Hell Bent And Glorious
Hell bent and glorious,
by Ian Francis O' Reilly
Pleasured on forbidden pleasures.
Weeping children adorn the playgrounds,
Littered like autumn leaves.
Waiting to decompose, fear feeds
Bottomless mouths and pink bellies.
Endless consumption of provoking.
Dark is the light shun upon them,
Harsh is the landscape below them.
Through their feet they feel
The tears of our 'Mother' weeping.
Harassing a picture of perfection, while
On the breath of a fallen angel
We fly to oblivion, unsuspecting!