Neurosis of the Flies

Neurosis of the flies When snow falls like black blood Entombing the shrine Unreality reveals itself Excremental decomposition of souls Edified In a world of sorrow Watch as the flies try to devour What has never died nor lived What is virtue? What is sin? The flies grow mad, famished and exhausted Neurosis has birthed from, As with Coprophagia in Babylon, And Like the goat of a thousand young, A Planck time spent in human dung.