In Vino Veritas

the bells demand a tribute harsh
when wine transforms to ash
a savior will not appear
with miracles the world will bend
(the will of one the power of many!)
the race itself so glorified
but mumbling in a veil of filth
in taverns lust the whores of time
(pay the tribute for thighs divine!)
watch flesh decay while sirens wail
(pure ivory for export banned)
in my own bellly pigs roaring mine!
at the end of their line
lads and ladies cuddle on the side
(the ocean gapes a crack so wide!)
claws dance to the cow breath beat
while glorifying the virtues of meat!
(devil's claws in guise of tools)
when life is bright red arrows aimed
at the heart of the whore
(screaming no soul in all that be!)
and...
on wednesday in church the wine
a savior forced to drown in blood
and...
when whores an empty struggle sell
(decadence like a blister will swell!)
slaughterhouses sink deep in the north
and where to find dissecting leaders?