The Sinnis Of Darkun A User's Voiced Poem

Its not lovey
Why should it be ?

Beelzabub made it
Maggoty

You see before you die in the war of wards
The bureau-maggots hack you
With their teeth like swords

They'll wriggle in the slick filth
Of words
Make bad poets
And dip in the law
Of rotten curds

All
To keep your tongue controlled

At one with the hell-th herds