What should we quench our thirst with? We who are denied the fountain of life
Where shall we seek warmth?
We who burn at the sight of the light

As we bathe with blood of harlots
And dance to choirs of blasphemy
Cry my brothers and sisters
Forsaken children of God
Scream til your lungs bleed and rot
For all we need is to be listened to
That longing for home
For warmth, and forgiveness
That distant memory of the light’s embrace
That gentle caress from an eternity ago

…

Oh how can we ever be worthy,
We tainted and putrid souls
Home of worms, maggots, and all kinds of festering diseases

-Unnamed pseudonym