Human hogs roll and writhe in a swamp
Of their own filth, distended meat sacks, filled with rot
Gluttonous, scented with a perfume of fecesExcrement fermented (eschatological scatology)
Livestock awash in a salty brine of tears
The rind of their skin softening through the years
Mired in the marsh of their maladaptive appetites
Peaty flesh begins to molder, putrefy then liquefy
Lying fetid in the dank and odiferous earth
Regressing to a primordial soup of unbirth
A miasma of morbidity, a noxious petrichor
As a reign of ceaseless discharge forever wets the bogland floor
Blood clouds formed from septic vapors
Suppurating, rife with cankers
Rankled bodies cause formation
Of flesh storms precipitating
Rancid deluge sluicing off of
Weeping trees of gourmandizing
Swine gourmets wade in their trough
Of sanguine froth and meaty slush
A grotesque frenzy feed
Of thoughtless, toxic overindulgence
Human goulash for the ghouls of Hell
To feast upon in their contempt
Slobbering on these decadents
Like demonic delicatessen
While others grab newcomers
Strap them down to hollowed boats
Force feed them milk and honey
Scaphic torture while they float
Lachrymose and moribund
On the lakes of bile they ride
While insects will feast upon them
Like carrion that′s still alive
Foxfire lights the faces
Bemoaning, agonized
Bloated and soaked in fever
While venom dilates their eyes
All the pestilence and vermin
That will permeate this circle
Carry toxins for the addicts
Like the drugs that they imbibed
The very aether – sulfur mustard
Blisters lungs and stings the eyes
Gnathic grottos bedeck the bog
Where chthonic monsters do reside
The spoils of the hedonist
That makes you want to wretch
Is a portent of the treacherousness
Inherent in excess
