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