The Raven's Hymn

Hatred

Tarnish thy tongue

Burn thy tracks

And eliminate thy tree

For it is filled with snakes of full mouths

Their fangs covered in suicide

And their eyes covered in facades of glory

You dare bestow judgment with that in mind?

You dare bestow judgment upon my rightful place?

You dare bestow wickedness upon my soul?

This will not cover your lanky limbs that are doomed to separate.

This will not satisfy that gluttony of selfishness you carry in your purse.

I can see the skulls dangling from your neck

You lips covered with impatience

And your motion is exposed

But you call this euphoria

A sweet, warm taste to your bowels like milk from your mother

Slithering down your everlasting thirst

And attempting to feel satisfied from even the slightest of wrath you unleash.

I've had it.

I want your body

To feel the sins that has caused my woe

A bright red mark to match the glow

And I want your breeds to watch while they cry slow

But I shall watch with anticipation, like a crow

You are a behemoth that walks on two feet

You are a sloth that pretends to be complete.

But really you're a tree with thick meat

And I will laugh at your expiration date of course

My echo will cover you like maggots on a corpse

Rest in agony