Gula

IN THE VASTNESS OF THE DESERT I FIND MYSELF

TEMPED BY A VOICE WITHIN

THE DROWNING SOUND OF FLIES RUNNING THROUGH MY SKIN

A SANRLING RISING FROM MY GROUND

IS THIS AN ACTUAL HUNGER OR A CRAVING THAT I FELL

THE EMPTINESS GROW STRONG IN ME

ALL THESE STONES MAY TURN TO BREAD

THE GRAINS OF SAND COULD TURN INTO SPEED

A BODY TO HONOR GOD

BY MAKING IT A HOLY SHRINE

AND PUT A KNIFE TO YOUR THROAT

IF YOU ARE EVER GIVEN TO

GULA

WITH GREEDY BITES YOU GULP DOWN THE AMBROSIA

TRULY IT S THE FOOD OF GOODS

A FEROCIOUS MOUTH OF HUNGER OPENS LIKE A VOID

NO ASHES NO REVERENCE TO GOD

WHEN YOU FACCE THE FINAL JUDGEMENT THE PEOPLE THAT YOU LL SEE

RAVING LIKE STARVING HOGS

ON THEIR KNEES IN EXCREMENTS

GUARDED BY A THREE HEADED DOG

A BODY TO HONOR OF GOD

OR A TEMPLE MADE OF DUST

PUT A KNIFE TO YOUR THROAT

IF YOU ARE EVER GIVEN TO

HAVE SOME MORE TAKE EVERYTHING

TAKE EVRYTHING

EAT AND DRINK. COUSE TOMORROW YOU WILL DIE

NO DEAD WILL RISE

PUT A KNIFE TO YOUR THROUT

CAUSE NOW YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN TO