Doomed To Ignominy

An assortment of greed, lies, and hate have filled the platter and are being indulged with an envious spoon, wanting to want, striding to portray a presentable number.
Force-feed the putrid bile that's been heaved from their mouths.
Heave the faith, spit useless integrity into the eyes of the arrogant wasteful man.
Reoccurring impulses to stuff the hole with maggots to feed off the constant shit spewing from the mouths.
Spewing shit from their mouths.
Lets set the stage for a narcissistic auditorium.
Gloating in preferable passion and all that's been done.
Worthless adversaries portending the coward of a man.
Originality amounts to the very dirt they'll all be soiled beneath.
Every word muttered from the cankerous whore will be returned with repeated lashings till it rips to the bone.
All in all, is one is none, even in the image of the bastard son.
Immortality wouldn't suffice under the wing of the Narcissist himself.
The creator of hate, the narcissist himself.
The creator of greed, lies, and poverty.
From roots below to extremities within, it's all animalistic.
Defense mechanisms, survival of the fittest, it's all animalistic.
Leaving lives hanging in a balance with ambiguous futures.
We are not the creation, we are victims of the created.
Soon to see that we are the thieves fulfilling the prophecy in which is believed.
Idolatrous martyrs deny the truth of the non existent.
Propagandized for their comfort.
Wide spread scriptures console the masses.
The hell that bore within which nothing can destroy.
WE ARE DOOMED TO IGNOMINY AND DEATH.