Denigrate the Youth

Cram the dead cold, old things in our head.
To reminisce of a failed dog.
Your foul, muttered issuance,
the scum upon labor nuisance.

I looked upon your corrupted castles,
buried within the earthen soap.
To the war about the devil's heart.
The sifted sulfur, stained the final part.

Spoiled sorrow and angers bite,
most fisted cuts slugged for shattered spite.
And then the sharp, pin-point and brutal right,
to bring a wasted, most voided night.

Smash fury and vain-glorious in damage pain.
As if you were dark in a mind of murdered clot,
all your howl and malevolent heart must boil.
Done and gored this sucking gag and quietly sit coiled.

The Mystery Valiant
6-22-2006