Nonconformist.: Gates of Flesh


From the core of the earth,
To the end of the sea,
As far as the eye can see,
I'm disgusted by this.

From the womb of disgust,
Filled with piles of rotting dead,
Vomit fills the ground,
At the gates of flesh.

On these hellish landscapes,
The ground shivers,
Under the rain of fire,
The rain from hell.

Sanity gives away the fear,
Surrenders to the disturbing nature,
The vile imagery of the human mind.

I don't want to see,
I don't want to hear,
Those shrieking screams.