Mob! (Flies)

I HEAR THE TRUMPETS
OF GOD
BLASTING THROUGH THE HAZE.
I AM BLINDED
TO US ALL
IN OUR DECAY AND DISINTEGRATE.
THE SHINE
OF YOUR LIGHTS
MAKES MY BODY WANT TO THROB.

I WANT TO BREAK
I WANT TO FUCK
I WANT TO MOB.

you remind me
of teeth spread on the curb.
you think yourself as angel meat fallen
but you're flies pooling out in spurts.
brain-dead needing affirmation,
we meet your power-trip with brick.
mouth under foot, lift your empty skull, ask
HOW'S IT GONNA FEEL TO BE COVERED IN YOUR SHIT?

I HEAR THE GATES OF HEAVEN CRASH.
THE FATHER HAS BEEN KILLED.
SEND OUT THOSE GOD-DAMNED ANGELS
CLAD IN BLOOD-SMEARED SHIRTS OF FRILLED.
THE BEAMS
OF YOUR LIGHTS
MAKE THE SOUNDING OF A POP.

I WANT TO BREAK
I WANT TO FUCK
I WANT TO MOB.

you remind me
of a dead fly in the lotion.
insignificant, infested
piggish, maggot-brained emotion.
it seems i've confused your angel wings for flies'
but they are one and the same.
the answer remains constant when i ask,
HOW'S IT GONNA FEEL WHEN YOUR BODY'S FULL OF SHAME?

YOU'VE EATEN YOURSELF ALL UP.
YOU'VE EATEN YOUR BODY UP.
YOU'VE EATEN YOUR GLORY UP.

I SEE YOU,
DRESSED IN BLACK,
YOUR FLIES EAT YOUR FACE.
QUIVERING
AT THE THOUGHT OF YOUR
ENSHRINEMENT IN YOUR PLACE.
NOTHING
TO COMBAT YOUR EYES,
OPPRESSIVE AS A COP.

I WANT TO BREAK
I WANT TO FUCK
I WANT TO MOB.