Sanctified Callings

(I got)

Bats in the belfry, ghouls in the hallway

Apertures that read the exoplasm in the crawlspace

Dreams of Sigarda, flights with the heron fighting bee-sized Mothra

Ease off, on guard;

Paranormal walls, Alan woke up as the author

Of his own personal offerings to madness of the coffers

Sipping coffee in my coffin, coughing up offers from divinity of waters

Ink black stains on the inner of my fossil

Carbon based hate like a creature from the nozzle

Gas tank, incinerated zombie: chained, docile

Keep the fam alive just long enough to sip the brothel