I beseech your forgiveness
Anemic cartilages
Roaming your holy land
Ailing fools
Plaguing your pearly gates
Staining pure glass
With nefarious glares
Unwated in the bosom
Undesirable in Elysium
Sick, grotesque, frail
As they feast on grace
Wandering with no destination
In a wretched bottomless pit
Helpless yet adhesive
Wallowing in their indigenous creation
Disheveled shadows
Butchering their infants
Who are micturating tears
Tomorrow
Will be none
Wistfully they will not cease
Oh Father
Witness our hand-crafted misery
Where benevolence is a disease
These feral beasts
thirsting for fabricated divinity
Rotten omnivores
Fasting at no time
Gluttonous in perpetuum
I plea for departure
I beg for salvation
Deliverance from this infernum
Thus father you shall see
Thus father you shall hear
This spectacle which we created
Will fluster Satan
Force him to relinquish in defeat
This gala of filth is blooming
An everlasting contest of deceit
Where the victor is doomed
And Forgive me father
We must breed
As hell is a garden
for every plant
There is a seed.
