BOOK III: LEVITICUS
|*| They danced on graves, they sang in tombs |*|
Buried three seeds in a washed out womb.
Then, at paranoia’s poison door:
Begged for power, howled for more.
See children swallowing; as monsters feed.
See soldiers following; as madmen lead.
In history’s pool, through waters muddy,
The light of dawn comes dim, and bloody.