Populo

balances...

A pride that prays.

 

...Who Pays?

among the Evil and Priest.

Who preys?

                   ...void Being of voice.

 

The Vice of Violence.

...my Believer, pushing his Liver...

​

 

Sing your Sign of 

Dolls... believing,

the songs, of Us all...

                  the Gong of the gang: 

 

The Empty Entity who ties

our Tides.

this emotive... Machinery;

so we,

as an emerging Mass

 of Madness, 

              resolve, that the World

is no longer worth, so we,

rather would be birds... rather would be 

meat.