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"