ABRACADABRANTESQUEL

HOW sorrowful my eyes weep
as mortal weeping tears
My breathe, my lungs covered
within filthy pain!

They shower it with jets of savory soup,
As my heart, eyes, and body leaks
beneath the truth of my soul __

Engulfed in laughter, watch them mock,
My sorrowed heart breaks at the stern,
My heart wrapped in a filthy smock!
Lewd and crude, their taunts resound,
They’ve defiled it in every form!

On the helm, their monsters abound,
Lewd and crude, their taunts resound.

This Mind, abracadabrantesque!,

Take my heart, let it be swept clean!
Vulgar and vile, their taunts persist,
They’ve defiled it in ways unseen!
When their gnawing comes to an end,
What shall we do, O stolen heart?
Then drunken stammers from vile friends:
When their gnawing comes to an end:
My soul will wrench, those wretched fiends,
If my heart is wholly consumed:
When their gnawing comes to an end,
What shall we do, O stolen heart?

:: 09.23.2024 ::