come scourge—!

Come scourge, —!

unto human lung— mutations of such devils, wasting through

Unto human bread. Plenty, stampeded beneath foot

cloven and hooven—! split rock so seed, may never touch ground and—!

horned sisters, will waste in their pastures—

and speak of their masters —who led their rope to famine,

then water that did taste, as if they were eating—?

their own brother

tasting their mother’s skin—!

Taking their father’s limb and scream— Mercy lord—!

And what goes there—!

will know thine name.

what goes there—! (Hushens and hastens)

a hand at thine throat, leashed as a dog, Thou hath betrayed My trust—!

and know—

I did love thee— I brought prosper. To thine body

It was— modelled after

the— the feel of skin against skin, the— eye of mine, I did gouge.

I look upon My beasts dead, I hear them weep and I say— My children!

Why have thou forsaken Me?