Disgust comes with the awareness of unhappiness Turning this life into an annex of Hell Universal disease for which there is no cure Without causality, we must accept it As a negative miracle For all human beings are deeply unhappy But blind, most of us cannot see this obviousness And nothing can stop us from bleeding In our delightful quest for absolute despair And even our superhuman disregards And our revulsions Our armour of disdain, the height of despair Are futile in face of the agony of existence That millennia of dogma have tried to erase We have forged God without and reserve of energy Anthropomorphic projection of our anemia Poor and puny picture without interest In which no-one could recognize himself For it is the Devil who resembles us Lord of war, intelligent and petty But arousing our disgust, men hate And repudiate him They recognize themselves in him too much To praise him No prayer is addressed to the Devil And he has no altar For worshiping him would be praising Ourselves introspectively He is the evidence and reality is not An object of worship But dressed in black, he is mourning Our lives and virtues The air of the creator's sin is unbreathable For despair and evil are everywhere in the heart of men Everything disgusts me, men, life, this world Everything disgusts me but the salutary death