d.o.g.s.k.i.n ................ by skot

i found god in an empty room
i found god in a wasted wound
i found god in a cooked-up spoon
i found god in a dried up womb

everywhere they look, everywhere they cry
people bow in haste in their work to die
souls dried out like cataract eye
beauty is that which they deny

dancing behind septic tank smiles
they hiccup and pout and swallow down their own biles
torture's symphony is their slut
they lacerate their hearts to force-feed into their gut

this is the liturgy i embrace
worshipping filth, debauchery, and waste
lapping tongues indiscriminately along their hanks
don't be surprised to find me in their ranks

i found god in dusted bones
i found god in deafening tones
i found god in vomited foam
i found god in me a home

 

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