IV

.-IV hammered of human bodies live matter of death cold and fluctuating totem pole made of excrements like an axis of rotation of a black clouds of vermin gods never existed there are only theirs forms born when man was born of this fear and limitations darkness crept from nothingness from an invisible hole in an air gluttonous larva clapperflawing like a demon witch, come to me evil seeps from each pore of my skin connection