wary little mounds trapped in shiny tiny suits of motherly illusions of control

sharpen their fangs

without hesitation will devour the dreaming child


skirmishes, Infant Lies begotten from the Gorged Queen Deception

scatter progressiveless across the chaos of her Reign

dear frankenboys

monsoons shall flood your recalcitrant viscera


Hunters, coward naked bastards

Biting a speculaas in the blink of a million souls

Starved in their own coldness


parapets tear asunder in the consumption of enervated flesh

melted down in the alchemical obsession of the Sick.

nothing else but

eyeless puppets groping in vain for a heavenly sight of yore.

0 pececillos en la red: