the weeping sky behind the veil of obscurity lies 

beauty contorted, distorted for man’s pleasure 

angels wings i pray hold the children 

away from this life deathly Life 

self preserved moulds of programmed minds 

float like demon ghosts through these passages 

dripping with greed and lust 

their tongues lapping up each other’s ejaculations 

These formless forms themselves human call 

Human only by name 

My heart bleeds for the soul of humanity 

lost beneath the calculated gratification of insatiable desire 

desire to be part of something even if it is 

evil 

at least it smoothes the risk of not existing at all 

if this is 

being human 

I ‘d rather be the excrement of the flies that feast on the offall 

of wasted meals in this palace they call 

pleasure