Strung upwards and outwards

Come witnessing

O, little ones

How vast their mind

Bright wicked hum

Mixed with the cries

Of requiem

Bathed in the light

Fade in the sun

Words of a spell

That spell a curse

Who shall I call?

Call me a hearse

Call me a saint

Call for a slice

Slit at the wrist

Dress slit at thigh

Pull me apart

Pull on my heart

Dress for the job

Dress for your eye

I am a god

Eyeing up God

Eye up the gift

Peer in the mouth

Peerage amounts to

Spit in the eye

Sign of the times

Dead and divine

Watch how we swell

Swallowing down

Down in the hole

Devoured whole

Watch how we starve

Spitting it out

We are the world

Mountain and spine

Split at the sky

Longs to be tied

String up the cords

Sing me the chords

Set in discord

There is no time.