Acetone parched tongue

The angelic choir sings
only in the key of perdition
sanctification for
the indignant fervent howls
violently ripped from the hearts
by the slobber swallower of innocence

exploited by the unkempt, licentious shadow's intentions

the rage of celestial fingers surgically sharpened reach
down to perform the inevitable trephination ritual
the golden host's wraith upon
the gleefully guilt's gluttony

no halcyon chariots
no shelter no shade
from the formidable light divine

the pious and secular breaths resonate with spite

feigned and forced
subject to the ridiculed reproach
to kneel in defiance
at the foot of the elysian ghost

between wretched breasts the bane bleeds sweet venom

the broken tongued malevolence
squirms and begs for the taste of...

with heads turned in unison
the choir sings on with disdain
as righteousness leans upon
the arm of the chair exalted

obviously not impressed