Ectoplasmic Worms by Ioannis Kleftogiannis

We are the
white hole-ridden silhouette,
playing the unholy clarinet
We are the
unholy dead pigeons,
banging on the windows
We are the
ectoplasmic worms,
the growing thorns,
parasites and pesticides
Infecting the innocent fetuses
with our seed
Come to our feast,
to be eaten as you resist
We are the ectoplasmic worms,
parasites and pesticides
In the crevices we dwell,
the holy spirits to expel,
our sacrifice to the damsel,
our master to serve
Come to our feast,
to be eaten as you resist
Our maze is full of parasites
Follow the severed flying head
The path to possession
and ascension.