In the gruesome it looms
rapacious and ravenous
To inseminate every crevice
with the seedlings of sacrilege
To pollinate thy womb
with the flume of its egress
By the terrors of the mind
and the tortures of the flesh
In the gruesome it looms
virile and venomous
Ever stalking its prey
esurient and carnivorous
Insatiable its thirst,
‘though it consumes in excess
no indulgence will assuage
no denial will suppress

In the gruesome it looms
by the wicked extolled
repulsing the mind
disgusting the soul
… and at a moments (un-notice)
… shall rage forth, at a whim
the evils that bind
lurking within

In the gruesome it looms
rapacious and ravenous
To inseminate every crevice
with the seedlings of sacrilege
And pollinate thy womb
with the flume of its egress
By the terrors of the mind
and the tortures of the flesh

I am all that you’ve handed down...handed down
I am all that you’ve handed down

-Count MoriVond