Spawning the Spores of Malediction

The Icon of Fertility
Appears majestically before us
It rises above all finite
Decaying, crumbling, dying life
The Black Goat with a Thousand Young
An avatar of a formless cloud of creation
Cosmic matter, exotic energy
Self-organizing signatures initiate

On one side of mirror-truth
Stands the Ram of Masculine Strength
Beyond your sight in the ether
The Procreation Principle of Feminine Wrath
Her cilia reach into this world
And her representative is, to us
A beast of religious persecution
Drawing in those strange enough to be her mates

Scattering seeds of alien substance
A force that shapes all that's near
Distorted to take on other forms:
Properties visible in other dimensions
The ram impregnates its offering
And, in so doing, triggers an opposite
For the offspring will cross the threshold
And be birthed from the misery fog

Spawning the spores of malediction