turgid

Causing grief to the bleeding eyes

I'm the turgid fucked up little goat

Pissing on your fucking hill

New intelligence arise in emptied bodies

Turgid flesh tested through eternal spastic

Fits through not known codes mother

I've lost track of my own train of thought, train of thought

And if the venom spills like turgid wine

From the mouth to which I belong, forgive me

To skin and to skin and to bone and to structure (The diverse and converse of reverse and perverse)

To livid and pallid and turgid and structured (And sweet pyrotechnics and let's have another)

And structured and structured and structured and structured (Of inverse, converse, diverse, perverse and reverse)

Spate of boiling water, funnelled down the throat

Pressure on the heart and lungs turgid, body bloats

Gruesome tools of torture

Oh bloody, bloody Mary

Your lips are turgid, your ass is cherry

I'll never, never let you die!

The Telegraph said, "This God is reminiscent of the Norse."

The Times said, "Kind of turgid, but I liked the bit with horses."

The Mail said, "Lots of massacres, a violent tour de force.

Beyond the colour of the vacant void

I see those turgid lies in soft pale lines

And secrets twirling in those eyes

If it were not destined to be dust

Turgid corpses received first aid

In our macabre palisade