Flesh-Angst

While the end of their worlds' at the brink,
For the grotesque dance they gear up,
Like before the funeral, The one last prink,
Matchless the earthly vices, We never wake up!

Swing and sway to the devil's tunes,
Tainted souls and mouths to feed,
Of a huge determination, Remnant ruins,
Necessity, Root of all evil, Avarice it breeds!

Whips on her stark naked back,
Lust bites by the dozen, None to complain,
Towards all this, Justice goes slack,
None but her to blame, A helping hand refrained!

Trade of flesh, The lowliest of dominions,
Obligations, Vengeance and broken dreams,
Whatever the reasons, Pushed into the crimson terrains,
None to shed a tear, In the silent night her screams..........