after dinner

satan conjurer of lies how firm is your grasp you blind a nation disease you infest the eyes nothing is beautiful nothing is good enough a nation full of girls face down on bathroom stalls curled tight on cold tile crying out for love you force them to be perfect though they already are it doesnt stop nothing satisfies teeth yellow smiles fade the fire dims the body whitles away you strike down the strongest servent and watch others fall in line you laugh as their body weakens you rejoice as they slowly die