The man-maggots of aborted mythologic taste
Pathologically pursuing pearls of idiotic ideologic paste,
Cast in corruption's slime waste...

Willingly wallow in the vile-stench slime,
Immersed in vomit-greed they become this in time,
As all life absorbs its medium.
The great god greed regurgitates again
I gasp for air
I grasp for air that is not there
And my eyes weep in horror
Inflamed by fumes and fury