Human hogs roll and writhe in a swamp

Of their own filth, distended meat sacks, filled with rot

Gluttonous, scented with a perfume of fecesExcrement fermented (eschatological scatology)

Livestock awash in a salty brine of tears

The rind of their skin softening through the years

Mired in the marsh of their maladaptive appetites

Peaty flesh begins to molder, putrefy then liquefy

Lying fetid in the dank and odiferous earth

Regressing to a primordial soup of unbirth

A miasma of morbidity, a noxious petrichor

As a reign of ceaseless discharge forever wets the bogland floor

Blood clouds formed from septic vapors

Suppurating, rife with cankers

Rankled bodies cause formation

Of flesh storms precipitating

Rancid deluge sluicing off of

Weeping trees of gourmandizing

Swine gourmets wade in their trough

Of sanguine froth and meaty slush

A grotesque frenzy feed

Of thoughtless, toxic overindulgence

Human goulash for the ghouls of Hell

To feast upon in their contempt

Slobbering on these decadents

Like demonic delicatessen

While others grab newcomers

Strap them down to hollowed boats

Force feed them milk and honey

Scaphic torture while they float

Lachrymose and moribund

On the lakes of bile they ride

While insects will feast upon them

Like carrion that′s still alive

Foxfire lights the faces

Bemoaning, agonized

Bloated and soaked in fever

While venom dilates their eyes

All the pestilence and vermin

That will permeate this circle

Carry toxins for the addicts

Like the drugs that they imbibed

The very aether – sulfur mustard

Blisters lungs and stings the eyes

Gnathic grottos bedeck the bog

Where chthonic monsters do reside

The spoils of the hedonist

That makes you want to wretch

Is a portent of the treacherousness

Inherent in excess