Dead Heads
Upon the walls of the dead
They scrawl in their sin
Seeking the Grateful Head
No world for old men
The fat they stare back
In the slaughter stalls
In one morbid whack
The fatted calf falls
Who are these bastards
Depraved Roman ones
Void of the redeeming Word
My son, your son, we shun.
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