Shoulder Meat - Old Man Gloom

Withered arms hanging

Laughing voice roams

Inferior body

Stumbling in putrid rays

Welcome intruder

This is hallowed ground

Hairy blue eyes

Specter returns

Echoes from the scalded city of stone

Welcome intruder

This is hallowed ground

Father’s staff is broken

Smashed upon the stone

Son begotten

Father consumes the unearthed form

False tracts tossed to the wind

Oracular ventilation assumed