I can smell your heart. It's like a rich meal, set out just for me. And I should know by now: Rich meals laid out as if by magic, in the wood, unlooked for-those are seductions . the color of gods are a stain / shaped to you like a grief not yet come. Of all evil I deem capable: Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws. Monsters? They look like monsters to you? At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman. They are blood of my blood , the same that flows between my thighs . Do you not see that I am god , spell singer , mouth piece .