Charred Scutch

We have no choice
Even after death you speak
Conflagration of flesh and soil

Choking on ash and broken glass

This used to be home
Choking on ash
Foaming at the mouth, a fire
In the darkness

Spit on the floor
Like God spits on us
Faith betrayed you
Burned you

Time kept marching on
Black and mangled frames
Now one with ash
Nails weakly protruding

Choking on ash and broken glass

Blood candles burn
Pointless sacrificial rites
Now it's over

Dementia
Consuming
Lumbering

A godless tongue of fire
Spit on the floor
All blessings
Left to rot
And their memories
Incinerated

All things left to rot
Weeping in the scutch
You left to burn

All things left to rot
And their memories
Incinerated

Choking on ash and broken glass



Credits
Writer(s): Ross Thomason
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