Atrocities of San Diego before his ascension

Diego the saint, he is in ecstasy:

a small lion under his enormous body is tortured and ready to be beheaded by his spade in whose blade a swastika shines at the burning day of Chalifornia.

The claws of the diminished beast are erect at the air of the bush, while a perfect hole in its tenderloins suppurates blood and flat water from Elysian Fields:

you couldn't understand, do you?
You couldn't conceive this strange redemption through the bestiality, this self-denial of the saint, sacrificing his own Heaven at the altar of his autodisdain, searching feverishly for his own Infernos

the continency of his egoism is absolute: he doesn't even exist in his mind, can you, could you understand?