5-23-12

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.