Symposium Of Sickness

That's why I find it so amusing
That the Latter-day Saints of our business
One, attribute to me motives that just weren't there
And two accuse me of corrupting morality
Which I wish I had the power to do, prepare to die

An encloaking, dark epoch
In which all life is now appraised
Another valueless commodity
On which the paracious may feebly graze

Indebted homage to their mammon
Whilst the mort is the music of the meek
Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality
Is what I seek

Noxious, sully dolour
Is not the sentiment upon which we feed
But precocious consciousness
Draws out a morbid nous to bleed

Chiselling out seething words
Which cut deep down to the bone
Always legible
So be it on our own headstone

Rising to out own nadir
Reality we try to extirpate
Trying to raise a twisted smile
Similar to that silver plate

On a coffin which is joined
Hammering in each final nail
Last kill and testament
Left now intestate

Noxious, sully dolour
Is not the thesis which is bled
A precarious train of thought
In which mental cattle-trucks are led

Carving out skilful words
Which shear brittle bones
Always spelt out well
We just can't leave the dead alone

Monographic text
A terminal doctrine of diseased minds perplexed
Enunciated epigrams
Eschatological, rotten requiems

Always our own worst cynics
Exorcisers of scorching scorn
Digging our own graves
But never stand over and mourn

The roulade now pandemonium
Displaced in the muggy sods
Espoused with the macabre
The dead we filch and rob

Munificant bale
From the deviants staid

Execrations, taunting spiritual release
Exoneration, upon the perishable we feast
Excogitation, picking at the bones of convention
Exculpitation, foul verbal conflagration

Epigraphic text, a literary vex
The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed

Euthenic text
An unpleasant journey to a world perplexed
Corporeal epigraphs
Eschatological unpleasantness

Always forever cryptic
Exercisers of twisted grief
Helping you to dig up the interred
Whilst fresh still are the wreaths

The harmony now pandemonium
Heard out in the muddy dirt
Espoused with the bizzare
We play on our own turf

Epithetic text
A macabre rality perplexed

Execrations, literary tales of atrocities fairy
Exoneration, harsh, cold bloody marys
Excogitation, a narcissistic eutechnique
Exculpitation, perverse artworks, so unique

Monographic text, a literary vex
The macabre perplexed with reality meshed