In This Cave, A Demented Soul

In this Cave lies a dark, disturbed, fly-blown husk

the result of a sale, of the soul

to one whom he wishes does not exist, yet weakly bows down to.

Sacrifices made, he knelt on the Pew

scrawled out the Ledger, lazy boys rolled

We’re led, lied, to believe it’s art

but an expensive suit fools no-one

A turd dipped in glitter

is still a piece of shit

 

 

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