Cursed is the ground for you Spun forth thorns and thistles By the sweat of your face Until you return to the ground For dust you are And to dust you will Deceive the world It exists - bind upon it Serpent teach the truth Forth from eden Weakened flesh from dirt Dust of the ground To till the land Breathe the breath Of a universal sorrow And a universal joke Holy beyond utterance Glints unutterable evil In bloody pits of evolution Swim the genes of isis