Braggart Batons and Sombre Sorties

In my mind somber sorties unfold When morbid movements scar a hundredfold. Normalcy dead, transparency scared Empathy bearded, intransigence endeared. In my mind sordid scenes grow cold When vulnerable voices no longer hold. Brash brands undead, harsh hustles prepared Phantom forces deployed, evil enamels ensnared. In my mind torrents of tears no longer dry Victory vessels victimize, vile victuals bereft of shame fly. Flies on excrement multiply, sties of scorn sniggle Spies of blame bloom, pies of putrefaction giggle. In my mind orifices and offices of ordure spy Voices of Hades hustle, choices of straitjackets sigh. Worms of wilderness sparkle, whiffs of death dodge Squids of insanity soar, weeds of vanity splurge.