Mulch

A deep step into a hidden realm Sealing of unfathomable diversity Unfortunate abundance proportioned Pleasantly separated between worlds The crust that covers the eyes Passing life with distorted imagery Asking for death before it has begun Feasting on emptiness with full intestines Digesting prayers into sacrilegious compost Vomiting the ignorance from their Bible sucking holes And all the while the bile that compiles Is a septic spat on the holy cross Dark voices bright with malice Entering an emptiness which feeds Angry auras in the frozen sun Cradle themselves to sleep With cryptic screams of humanity Upon the peak of view A feeling starts peeling away Or perhaps it's decay