Robert B. Glass
I laid in bed trying to sleep
and found myself being drug off to a beggar's feast,
There was lusty wine to quench a greedy throat,
Sexual depravity was one of the main meats.
Once you sat down you couldn't help but to eat.
Eat all you want, you'll only want more,
Bellowed the thing that wore the horn.
There were various drugs being a special meat. A dinner of damnation is this beggar's feast.
Every abomination known to man not immediately available