Caged in delight, wailing happily through the nuclear fog Slave of the Carbon 14 cloud, you swing by chains of invisible torture Puppeteer perverse, your marionette has clipped its own strings and in the snow – limbless, bleeding (as the dove breaks its own wings)
In landscapes of wrought iron animals, frozen writhing beasts lurk Morphing delusively, waltzing in traumatic worlds, we no longer respond Mechanical wolves, LCD predators waiting to pounce Victimised, giggling in a realm of objectophilia, Save me! Oh, pixelated Prince of Peace Worship the plastic powers!
(born-again Herods with gleaming swords, in firelight conspire) endtime prophecy is a needless argument when the earth’s spirit is dead
We are bathing in its final breath Spluttering in its decay Playing with its amputations Caressing its seeping wounds
Bleeding cavern embraces me Poison tomb infects me Tower climbers preaching the end but I’m already tasting skeletons
Eidolons of confusion cloud the inner self Dementia children roam through parentless hallways Blindfolded in spiritual chloroform
Corruption seed flourishes a garden of toxic narcotics Lead the masses into empty skull caverns that festers above the swamps of madness Aglow with the curse of mankind Let us prey on apathetic hearts Thrown into swirling oceans of suicide