Comfort will not come easy
for the lamb descending a mountain
fleeing his own tail of burning fire.

Crashing through gates of denial
his quest for deliverance
will spread across cities like a shadow
casting a plague of unquenchable yearning.

He will crush the bones and suck the juice
of all who turn from his presence
and mould those fleshy remnants
into a bloody obelisk, a monument
for the lost and wandering souls of
children past devoured.