Baths
Worsening
Birth was like a fat black tongueDripping tar and dung and dyeSlowly into my shivering eyesI might walk uprightBut then againI still might try to dieNever prayed, never paid any attentionNever felt any affectionNever a lot of thought to lifeI might walk uprightBut then againI still might try to dieWhere is God when you hate him mostWhen the mouths in the earth come to bite at my robesHell that sits below, of you would do well to bellowAt the cold, the lifeless, the worsening soulsWhere is God when you hate him mostWhen the mouths in the earth come to bite at my robesHell that sits below, of you would do well to bellowAt the cold
From Letras Mania