Expression I Poem by Lento Maez

Look up myopic eyes and stare
At lands in sin while demons plague
Our souls with laughter wailing
Thin white spirits sift the wind
Melodious then and now a barren
Plain from which mortal souls
Unbend skeletal frames creaking
Sickly as fat fingers probing
Abscesses seeking contempt and
Degradation spreading through
Bone marrow crumbling cells of
Life while devil theories craft
Poetry of shadowed wing harrowing
Seeds of wicked contestations that
Mankind might be seduced through
Shale and brimstone