Victorious art Thou
Our Lady of Desolation
Ye who receive
and Ye who amplify
all secret terror
Deftly transmit thine soporific illusions of transcendence
Hasten to sate the starving stifled fears of the hopeless
By the sweetness of sleep
feed the naive
their profane sacrament
In this profane world that would have denied my son his due rite of passage, he seized and accomplished his own through his own volition.
Young King, thou art glorified.
Thou art adored.
Creatrix who begat us all
Her beauty is an undeniable
body of evidence
She is the life lived
She is the proof
Sneering at innocence
She obscures nothing
In her marred flesh is every story held
By the shape of her purple scars
all symbols born
and in death
is love confirmed
This is a new painting of Coatlicue, โSnakes Her Skirt,โ who is a manifestation of Our Mother the Earth. She is the mother of all living beings, and therefore has a worn body, with stretchmarks on her stomach as a sign of her sacrifice.