Worship Me Like a God - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

Ionize

Disinfect

Jacques Cousteau

Smoothly, softly

Worship Me

Like a God

My gut is full or rot

The sound it makes rings loud and true

I’ve got a plate in my head

And my mouth is filled with glue

There’s fire in my loins, ice water courses through my veins

My seed is spreading and it’s heading in a million strains

The fertile soil beneath me desperately sucks me in

But there I festered, pondered, grew until I rose again

Summoned to kill I ravaged landscapes, tainted air and sea

A juggernaut of hunger;

Shiny, oily, that is me

Saturate

Alpha Rays

Dendrophobe

Smoothly, softly

Worship Me

Like a God