Paralyzed by apathy
Preaching from a pulpit now condemned
Otherworldly warbling
Emperor swine masquerading as men
A respite in spite of the grave
And a false prophet's charade
No sense in prayer for the betrayer
As God must have His way
Dead to rights on the vine
The mother has been stuck and bled dry
For some sentient froth
To piss away the family stock
Skin's gone stale
A bulging sack of bones
Calloused lungs
The hate is palpable
Regurgitate
The lies of the provider
A cavalcade
Of loveless surfeit
Hammering indifference into altars of blood
Forging division within facets of love
After dehiscence, a soporific display
Of pious permissiveness and gluttonous disdain
Treacherous perjurer and a wretched pelf
An exuberant adulterer with no sense of self
Regurgitate the lies of the provider
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Paralyzed by apathy
Preaching from a pulpit now condemned
Otherworldly warbling
Emperor swine masquerading as men
A respite in spite of the grave
And a false prophet's charade
No sense in prayer for the betrayer
As God must have His way
Dead to rights on the vine
The mother has been stuck and bled dry
For some sentient froth
To piss away the family stock
Skin's gone stale
A bulging sack of bones
Calloused lungs
The hate is palpable
Regurgitate
The lies of the provider
A cavalcade
Of loveless surfeit
Hammering indifference into altars of blood
Forging division within facets of love
After dehiscence, a soporific display
Of pious permissiveness and gluttonous disdain
Treacherous perjurer and a wretched pelf
An exuberant adulterer with no sense of self
Regurgitate the lies of the provider
Preaching from a pulpit now condemned
Otherworldly warbling
Emperor swine masquerading as men
A respite in spite of the grave
And a false prophet's charade
No sense in prayer for the betrayer
As God must have His way
Dead to rights on the vine
The mother has been stuck and bled dry
For some sentient froth
To piss away the family stock
Skin's gone stale
A bulging sack of bones
Calloused lungs
The hate is palpable
Regurgitate
The lies of the provider
A cavalcade
Of loveless surfeit
Hammering indifference into altars of blood
Forging division within facets of love
After dehiscence, a soporific display
Of pious permissiveness and gluttonous disdain
Treacherous perjurer and a wretched pelf
An exuberant adulterer with no sense of self
Regurgitate the lies of the provider
Writer: Christian Perez
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