Let us rejoice at the thought
Oh beautiful, bent mortal
You’re worth our heed, your worth is gold
Receding through the portal

Savagely bit, embedded lies
Do dwindle your perceptions
Lying lethargic in the cinder
while blundered're your intentions

imprinted smell of loneliness
the vilest of your tutors
and ghost still haunting in your dreams
are death lenient pursuers

at the end of all there is
Pummeled faces, crumbling earth
wandering, impudent core
Drowning bolted in its dirt