Bound with twisting clutching children
of the seed of his ambition,
he eyes the hole of his creature with wild longing,
every motion stripping his holy skin,
drawing the bloody babes to suck at his rotting entrails
as he screams with anguish that speaks for his entire line,
that they may be
comforted by the company they keep
on their jerking fall to Hell...


Old fool!

I try to forgive you
A little each day




© G. Cassel 2004