Letras
Inside an abdomen older than stars
Stretched across time like ritual scars
Walls of meat, veins of gold
A jailer's grip that never gets old
The Godgut swells, the prisoners churn
Sermons digested, prophets they burn
Swallowed whole by some divine decay
The prison feeds, and you will fucking stay
Fingers of bone line the hall within
Each one forged from a swallowed kin
You pray to die, and never return
The gut forgets, but you never learn
The Godgut swells, the prisoners churn
Sermons digested, prophets they burn
Swallowed whole by some divine decay
The prison feeds, and you will fucking stay
This is not a sentence-
This is only function.
You are the waste of holy disfunction.
The Godgut pulses-your tomb is wet
Fed by prayers the warden forgets
No light. No time. No end. No key.
You rot inside pure divinity.
You are remembered...
as nourishment only....
The grave was never born-
It only grew.