I laid in bed trying to sleep
by Robert B. Glass
and found myself being drug off to a beggar's feast,
There was lusty wine to quench a greedy throat,
Sexual depravity was one of the main meats.
Once you sat down you couldn't help but to eat.
Eat all you want, you'll only want more,
Bellowed the thing that wore the horn.
There were various drugs being a special meat. A dinner of damnation is this beggar's feast.
Every abomination known to man not immediately available
Was brought quick being close at hand. Then came one angel, then came more.
As the battle began scraps fell to the floor.
I pulled one person back and angered the beast.
As I gave up my place at the beggar's feast.
I was granted that one person as spoils of war
And warned to eat from that table no more.