Nourished with a fist
Dwelling in putrid mist
Overbearing aroma of a tower of shit
Father in worship of a fallen edifice
Seeder of barren fields
Nailed to the altarpiece
To preserve a future bleak
Fresh killed meat
Pulled from their young’s beak
Tolerant before organs cease
Progenitors prey on their weak
Addicted to blight
Speared through the third eye
Offspring conscripted to the curved scythe
Harrowed in a trauma trove
Led to a hangman’s rope
Drawn laced arrows
Crave warm marrow
Nest of fledglings left to the gallows
Circling vultures gaze down
The kings of carrion feast
When talons meet ground

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