Deformity is not a curse
But a rare gift that we should keep
Burned by critics in inquisition fires
Out of fear of our essence
Crucified on the cross of offended feelings
It still cannot be destroyed
Deformity is a sense of beauty measure
The path to harmony
Deformity is the oldest known religion
The main source of life
Ugliness is a cause and power of life
Our alpha and omega of perception
Hideousness is our origin
The begining of everything
If you call yourself a human being
You declare its supremacy
Beyond the time, as an absolute dogma
It is revealed in every form indeed
We are all descendants of deformity
We grow from its seed
