I Am An Antychryst

If you go down in the North Rhine-Westphalia
woodlands today, you'd better not go alone.
For if you go down in the North Rhine-Westphalia
woodlands today, you'd best take along a miscarrying doe,
a fabulous talking fox and a half-dead Hitchcockian raven.
Called the most shocking movie ever shown at Cannes,
Lars Von Trier’s latest expectorate is an
act of gross Cognitive Zentropa Therapy.
Struggling with depression for the past 2 years,
the self-proclaimed Greatest Director In The World
maintains that making the movie helped save his life.
No computer programmes called Automavision on display here.
No smalltown Main Street marked out on the floor in gaffa-tape.
No strict "Vow of Chastity" rule-books to adhere to.
The writing is on the blackboard for He and for She.
The joy of Creation is in every frame.
Nature portrayed as Satan's own church.
Original sin. Chaos reigns. Grief, pain and despair. In that order.
Remember that acorns don’t cry.
Remember that Tarkovsky died from lung cancer.
Don't forget to leave the Butterkist at home.

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