Lightless

fabrications of the Dark Side of the Earth
sex
toys
wealth
and artificial path of the Moon
following waves of ocean of misery
lowest layers of fate
hit and run episodes against distant  shores
their lands
overrun by human apes and followers of sacrificial death

sin hungry
sitting at a table to eat flesh
and mainly
slowly eating ourselves
we are
in the house
where the blessed ones are all dead
and mystics are high with a promise of future people born
and living the same lie
to parasite on

ignorance of overlord
ignorance of purpose

my human mother is torn
naturally  hesitates
If I am to be
another herd thing

back in the nights
the Moon tries to ride the darkness
to hell with me
everything down that needle
takes  a trip to my shadow
free fallen at God’s feet