The oculus, or better so aperture, of sinners, dark and fallen, hidden.
They find the feet of those who notice, burning with detest, and anger driven.
Scorched within and kindled relentless, with every...remembering, there's no more counting.
The food gives life to monstrousness, atrocity.
Degradation must eat at something.
Woe to callous miscreation, we are all but fallen fiend.
A shade of naught but anathema...woe is how they've come to label.
Man In life he thinks to master becomes a slave to all his decree. 
Forced to obey his spouting feculence...all this his Kingdom...a Devils dream. 
See you here, it lies within me.
The Lord of foul has taken residence.
The furies scream and applaud convulsion, gnashing from laws quaint retribution.
Idiosyncratic, iniquity?-
I tire of constant profligate action.  To recalculate a moment longer, question, feel, regard, retraction?
I lift mine hollows to meet the eyes so lofty in their arrogance.
This Worm whose eyes see me as pitied?
Worm and Carcass...My swift blade slits the throat to silence charity.
Portals cold, his windows glass...he barely knew to care, and died.
I move along ashamed again of being born...how I was wronged.