Obzen

A state of perfection. Immersed in filth

Equilibrium obtained

Pure in devotion to all things unwell

This sweet zen of our ill condition sustained

A new belief-system

Salvation found in vomit and blood

Where depravation, lies

Corruption, war and pain is god

Balance

Harmony found in the sickly, the vile

Unflinching eyes, joyous and gleeming

Intense in their need to watch things die

A new belief-system

Salvation found in vomit and blood

Where depravation, lies

Corruption, war and pain is god

Decay

Disgrace

Disgust

Our state of zen

The grime of contempt and degeneration

Sticky, foul and pungent

The sediment of our creation

We flourish in this blood red soil