Pure Uncut Night

O Hark

O Hark, for now the ominous autumn has done itself away,

Unflinching, the winter of my malcontent approaches

Bedecked as unadulterated filth and swollen bellies

Debauchery so utter that it repels even the roaches

O Hark, for I did not see it slither hither, fat and gluttonous,

A deluge of hedonistic making, nightmarish and reviling

Rooms filled with damsel's in a distress of their own making

Depravity so rife that it verges upon beguiling

O Hark, for we sit amongst a muck so cancerous,

It may just devour us, each and every soul completely whole

A night so swallowing that it might never end

Decadence so pervasive that it gnaws a bottomless hole

And In what world should I be free?

Is there a land under this sun clean of this scum?

And what scum is that?

It is the unfettered and haunting one that sits within us

Nuns would call it sin, but it is more than a deed

It sits so deeply rooted in you and I

And in I, I find only disgust at you

You my kin, representative of my epoch

Numerous more than the pillars of virtuousness

A flood of madness that drowns the few patches of lucidity

I sit now in the cesspit of my brothers and sisters,

And already are my heirs corrupted

The younger they go

The deeper they fall

The longer the night

The more depraved the soul

O brave new world,

What new dawn is this?

O Harken now, sons old and bold to a tale most cold

Undeniably is the smut upon you, in you and around you

You are in its' maelstrom and it festers on your avarice

Sloth against your redemption so complete that none can save you

O Harken now, daughters craving and yearning, but without a single earning

Indubitably is this lust in you, your suitor and your violator

You are in the throes of ecstasy and its grip is around your delicate gullet

Wroth wrought against you, but there is no saviour from your raper

O Harken now, children of tomorrow

Prove me wrong and differ from the curse that will surely follow your descendant

Annihilate the incessant hunger that begs satiating but is never fulfilled

Destroy that most carnal thirst and seek to atone for it, and become ascendant

O Brave New world

What Pure Uncut night is this?

What adulterated, uncensored, unsupervised degeneracy is this?

And will my children defeat it?