The corridors of the world are filled with brutish sex
Like great black winged shadows against the walls
Of every person's nightmares and daymares
It's a sickening and filthy place
Where no one loves, seeking only lustful debauchery
Because every innocent thing about them as children
Has been torn out of their chest
And the wound has never completely healed
So they slave on, and when no one is looking they corner a child
Or leer at some unsure teenager in mounting excitement
Excrement pouring from their eyes and their mouths
Cleft-footed and hands soaked in offal and ink
Like demons cast out of all space and time
Forsaken then forgotten by a God who never had much control.