The lucid stereo vomits archetypes
For all ages. Primitive vengeance escapes into light,
Blanketing the fables spread upon pages,
Hushed voices commingle into a murmur of fright.
Unto goblets raised, we praise scoundrels
Whom were dined with gods who've since fell.
Deceiving seas of dumb, lame sheep,
Goats grow like flies on a dung heap.
Let pompous pricks switch and move grooves
To lose mishapen dreams and cumbersome sleuths.
Butterfly wings gummed underfoot
Expound plumes of debris and ashen soot.
May we not be trampled under the foot
Of beasts so truly gruesome and be put
Into castes and cubicles and tombs
Fated to a life of doom straight from the womb.
A sterile conclave situates itself within
Bogs and ghastly hogs with rotten vision.
Stomachs bloat with bread and wine,
Groveling shamelessly until the end of time.