It blooms
Filthy harvest from mothers wombs
Failure seeping from children’s tombs
Festering, open every wound
Giving birth to death
Speech corrupted like your flesh
Pathetic in your compromise
I turn my face, avert my eyes from you
Son of Cain daughter of eve
A crooked way n’er to be made straight
A hunger now grows within me
It gnaws at my bones
Consuming my flesh and blood
The drums drone on like a bore in my mind
Driving deeper the hunger to consume myself
Piece by piece