Seeping From the Skull

The pinnacle of Earth's extraordinary skills
Aren't the ones on the screen
So cut me a slice, and draw Jesus Christ
Send me, your bastard, upstream

Notice how the maggots grow with each word
Seeping from the skull, and writhing in sunlight
Notice how the type of one to be heard
Is the type of one to breathe before midnight

A serpentine glean from a dimwitted demise
Picking up your body parts for use in the shrine

The pinnacle of Earth's extraordinary skills
Aren't the ones on your screen



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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