Curseworship

divine wind carries the care of creation"s hum 
to live in punishment 
a prosthetic arrogance-bewildered infinite 
wrath will touch thee when times strike trails 
left hand path beneath still waters so 
summon in thunder – howling down in vain 
dear departed flee the site slagged – damned 
run for the hills despite the cold neglect, my daunting 
depraving in a land of plenty 
thriving off the zealous degenerate 
glutton summon your prospect of irony 
system overload spearheading the scamp 
I, tormentor, will the crashing derelict