Gyatory

deterioration of humanity

Do as the romans do, oratory for thousands,
death priests live here...
gyrating downward into the abyss,
falling with angels hanging by thier bleeding wings.

Carrion birds await with great hunger,
glory to a decaying empyrean,
crusades by years of fire,
devouring purity,
from the watchtower - see the deterioration.

Disrupting the firmament, decibels from a dark place,
torture sings in harmony,
morality is impure when it's dead and putrefying flesh,
rottenness now breathe in freedom.

Feeding on such is devinity in itself,
emboded in cannibalism,
unfit for human food, now eaten with care,
such delites are left festering in the crypt.

Author's Note

this is one of my old poems, those who reviewed it before the admins fucked up! then you can feel free to not give another review, but it would be appreciated if you would do it again, cheers!