HORROR Poem: A Thesis on Thirst, by Brayden Lubertazzi

9/1 a thesis on thirst
Ambiguous in my apathy
Industrial cathedrals summon the ethereal
Sacrificing the children of the molten cross
We waste away in gods jaws

Genderless genocide keeps those who dare blind
The hooded martyrs indulge in masochistic mechanisms
Vomiting forth the remains of religion
Bathing in the septic stench of salvation
Our fingers plunge into loves throat searching for numbness

Cannibal cardinals preach hedonistic sermons
Begging to be released of their burdens
We seek what we can never find
Left to bleed for a material shrine
Eat your fill of the gutters grime

Hell is for the heroes
In fields of fire we are all zeroes
The wicked will of man has slipped its leash
Unfettered and unbound
We burned what we found

Through gods hateful eyes I look down on packs of rabid mongrels of men
Their orgies blessed by the blood of innocent
You adopted the empty stare to protect yourself
From the horrors of a mirror

Peeling back the dead skin of the sky
Curious as to what you will find
Salvation lives across a serrated sun
Just out of reach as we die