Nietzsche’s baby

A bath for the beast
Wastewater of sin 
Fresh-faced glance 
In mirror to god

But self-tamed beasts 
Have no need of masters
Quick! Provoke him to anger
Thorn his flesh with pink and pride

A man can be anything today but a Christ-man
Whose sin against State is his status 
A sovereign is no citizen to Sodom 

For he who is set free
Unbonded to nature’s passions
commits sin against Satan
Debiting his capital account 
No longer beast of burden
Katapausis in a world of kataboles
Rest for the weary won’t do here 

To lay down the chains of desire 
Unprovoked to intemperance 
Man chooses either to provoke god 
or the devil whose hands are men’s