Cathedral

Writhe with the maggot horde, gass expands the flesh taut, sunken eyes inside the dissolved grey matter.
Lips peel back for a better view of the vermin condition,
the rotting religion,
cathedral made of putrid hemorrhage,
the hymn's sung with the notes of foul depravity,
rotting tongue licks the wind with new found atrocities,
pulsating puss bursts from the anal licentiousness.