I Prefer To Chew

I am subject of your objections your majesty let us cloak ourselves in the moral fabric of religion and make believe we're royalty present an image to impress a new age novelty a dying breed of humanity we knock at empathy's door beg entrance to the light gained only from the price of a thousand lost souls in their luminescent flickerings of goldfish in a bowl a pisces paradise invading parasite beguile thy emerald isle fornlorn the jagged shores of Erinyes and Norn feigning faint, a bulimic trick how we stumble and trip through these doors of perception by divine intention a moral invention you can swallow your god pill whole but I still prefer to chew