Maggots, Parasites & Leeches

Stench of burning spirits A type of ripe that stays Off-kilter equilibrium With tainted metaphase They cry out eternally Swollen pyre serpent vest Darkness drinks what they weep Dwell in thee celestial cellar When all the angels kill An evil beyond description I seen their sharpened teeth gnaw On the pelts of the pelf of wealth Cut through bone just like a saw Discharging damage into total stealth From the toes they carve to the jaws Craving blood, pathetic ethics Never abandon grip with their razor claws ungeneric Parasitic attributes with lightning covered skin Veins flowing fire despite our ever growing grin Joy leeches sucking, fucking everything within Unsacred stench of evil quench, the urge to feast again