Maggot-ridden throne of entropy
Surmounted with grim, imperious distain
By one who gazes inscruitably
Over a charnel-house creation

Pulling your strings like some spastic puppet
The ever-changing circumstanses of your life
Bear your cross with chagrim
Ground into the dust with the others

A cosmos reigned by a demiurge
Sworn only to it's own glorification
A universal slave driver
A whip-hand raised in triumph

Trapped within a prison reality
Crushed beneath life...