Ode to the Jew-bitch (my one true love)

I dreamed the crippled Jew walked again—and I was happy. I reached an arm around her and she lay on my breast, soft to hard—and I was happy. I want to mix my semen-blood with her—I want to birth a monster, with human form and horns. I dreamed the crippled Jew walked again—and I was happy.

Today I lie with my head in her bosom—and I play with her black hair, her black black hair and twist it round my fingers. I tug it like a child. Today I lie with her in my inner vision—for this can never be. I dreamed the crippled Jew walked again—and I was happy.

From time out of sight, to time in my mind—she fled from me. A finger over one eye, pledged to the Devil—but she belongs to me. He must give her back to me. I must put my seed into her—there must be birth. Her sobs, birth pangs, to delight me. I dreamed the crippled Jew walked again—and I was happy.