The patch of scalp unfurled to prod at the skull

A dome of retinas revealed beneath the singularity above

Within a pair of marred hands, a malformed appendage writhes

Pulsating with rows upon rows of sprawling thorns

It orbits the wound with a sickly lust and gores itself within

Devouring encephalon and usurping its place

Disfiguring the visage with the droop of suffering

Placid in a revolving wheel of boundless inefficacy

Beneath the heel of a cloaked congregation

Itching to watch their sculpture of blight eat its own