Worm God

You fagerjager totterotter!
From a fallen angel
to a morbid angel
to a dying angel corpse
lying in a pile of bile
as I spat my vile remorse

My tortured existence a sore to my sight
a dwelling dead swine in the revealing night
mourning my sins of times long forgotten
a warning that utters: I’m am the rotten

God threw a ball that extended hells walls
I uninvited
heavens curtains must fall
and feats on the flesh of delicacies delighted

Yes god is a worm
worse than a maggot
a real piece of sh*t
a real f*cking faggot

By Medusa Thorn
Published: 11/30/2006
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