Saturday, September 3, 2011

Sarcophagus of grime

Beyond the lufilian arc lies a sarcophagus of grime
The worthy unworthy dead in them induce a crime
Breaching the crust, my iron hands I thrust
Into the dusty, crystal suspension of blood

To decieve the smug and delude the deprived
I broker a life to make another allied
Such a secretive wage, since an ancient age
I derive and make my treasuries flood

She hides her belly, its a story untold
Her child's view grows clear as layers unfold
There I impinge, my metal syringe
To tell the story of a miracle birth

I need disclosure on accrued eternal benevolence
Care I not, for a due life long penance
My shame I dispose, and gladly propose
I kill this child for my moment of mirth