bull

a maggot
sarcophogus cocooning it's being
writhing in it's tomb,
it's mausoleum a reflection of it's shame
he must be destroyed

it's life, splintered
the shards of glass, a bitter taste of victory
bellowing from the treetops
it's aura a dissection of it's values
his morals decrepid, the plagues seeking
and seeping

it's doomed
doom

who will save us? who will save the people?
deliver us, deliver us from evil
deliver us from madness

or we will die

and die alone.

we were always the best at being shameful.