The venom vomits from the pores With the sweet scent of facetious platitudes Fastidious Lungs filled with worms Shredding the bronchial system Torrentially filling itself with exsanguination Embittered by vitriol Neutralized to disillusionment Tomorrow I will start standing proud and unrepentant Let sanctimonious blood torrent Abjured hope Submission, contrition, begotten by superstition Engulfed in putrid pretenses Worthless stories of the ancient past.