A SERENADE FOR THE MACABRE

Dreams of souring a sky that is groundless
High above the dominion of shattered illusions
Above the ruins of validated malice
Sanctimony equals blood spatters on holy books
In honour of uncompromising gods
A serenade for the macabre
Scarce solace cannot be scraped together
Drenched in intransigence

The flies feast and cultivate corpses
The clean clothes smell filthy inside
Wrapped inside commercial candy wrapping
Undone of trust You and me should flee