Bodies upon bodies
Lay interwined
Like dust rubble
Falling upon each other
Like broken pebbles.
Lot you bother em
Eyes open watching
The sand eat away
Their frail bodies
Gnawing upon their
Bones like a hungry hynea.
Move among the masses
O ye filthy vermins
And see the eyes
So souless with
Misery and pain.
You have lusted not
After their bodies
But against your
Own soul
For they are a reflection
Of your bodyself.
