Miscreants, Malfaisants.
Man made monsters.
Gather around, not for the breaking of bread.
But of hearts and bones
To be eaten, essence absorbed
Then expelled as other.
So as it was shit,
Shall it be dung.
Bring confidence back to my dreams,
Joyfullness of abundance
Overflowing now but a myth.
Bring confidence back to my dream,
Wisdom of time, must our minds age
As poorly as these bodies?
Broken, beaten, and bruised.
Pulled apart. Mulled
And meditated over.
Fetished relic of some hung,
Defeated man.
So let's hear the cheers,
For the death of the future
And the razing of flesh.
Worms! Deep in the heart of the beast:
Come! Sit at my left hand and feast!