Quietus

Jaundice tinted Fangs and talons Nauseating odor Yet fur is silken Never Sulking More than often laughing With a scourging frown Egregious Nature Lungs saturate In fray, dead, squalor The pile is stunted Insufficient heap Momentum's hectic The priest is slain I reclaim the scriptures Sodomizing 28:19 Drink the poison until it's done Lips wrapped around a gun Apparition damnation His soul and mine are one