"The Bible And The Breathalizer"
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Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home
In the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire
Scraped of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears
Fueling the crooked names spoken by leeches
To a thinning cowlick's fat his crippled limp
Dragging along the hump of the floor
Sobbing from the smacking mouth of the demagogue wells
Making wisecracks
Spilling from the corners with their pink flinches
Second glancing their every move
It ate pickled nose cartilage that fell from the ceilings
A porkskin drizzle unnerving the humans
While it read aloud from it's favorite books
In glossylalia slang and hierospecks truths
Following a slow and patient wait
A mocking their hair as it was glued to their upper lip combover
Under the wall, the ships smeared by faithfully talking the magnum fanatics and their bottles of scalp soup.
They cooked up a tardis smudge on their eyes
A lunar antidote that powdered underneath the oncoming pestilence of their idling fingers
It wrote them a seance, penetrated their every dependant desire
It hacked off the central headpiece to the collective
It wrote them a message in the marrow of the knife
With the extension of Baphomet transfusion
Glued to the animals, perversions of their former selves
Patiently biting their fingernails looking for a clue
As soon as it failed to appear
The faithful fell under the spell of public execution
It had been an eternity filled with useless ritual
And all for nothing, promising salvation
But only flags came swarming around for a better taste
What was left were the scraps, dressed in animal skin
Defiled servants holding their breath
Fatherless culprits blaming their kin, waiting for an answer
They thought a day would come
Or a giraffe might choke in midair squeal
Some sort of indication
Only it was the hands of the followers that had left their markings in neatly packed dunes filled with the decapitated remains
Found sealed in sand
It only stained the conscious for a brief moment
Then came disgust
Realizing there was nothing to it
People began collapsing in collective states of drought
Palm-size vents heating in the chest
Cluttering the graph
A bladder full of remains
Nothing became of them because nothing was the reason
An apathetic display dripping into vats of obesity
The feud had been sucking teeth for some time now
But the only baggage that paraded about was the curtain epidermis unfolded in an inebriated suit
The fit came suffocating
Feathering the boa-constricted paleness
Frostbitten, and shovel-faced
It came before them in utter confidence
Flares of pink owls in the nest of albino eyelids blinking out chemical obscurities to the blind
It bloomed into a hemmorrhaged contraption that impopulated the disenchanted, one by one
All the churches were converted into quarantine facilities
Inside them grew bacterial stubble compacted by larvae
Contracting and teething
A newborn litter degradively sufficient
Running from the horse collarbone
Amongst the murmuring femurs wimpering in fractures
"Are you the polaroid shot you thought you were?"
It said with a coy smirk
With the position now vacant
It waltzed right in and made itself at home
Seduced by the empty nominations at the altar of broken ballot boxes
Closer to that nothingness that everyone seemed to embrace
As it pissed all over them
The sigh of relief steamed off the soaking depressants
An impending sleep was on it's way