The occult Stares Back

I’ve got enough kerosene, to light it all ablaze,
Cut all those transmission paths, burn and scorch, the shores
Lock the gates, and tie down the locks. Seal all the ports,

Remember all the names, of those, who will forget to blink,
In short, to be there, and everyone knows, that it will be here,
where we’ll undoubtedly shake, and courier over, the mounting,
Piles, of ethereal decay, left, scattered for our pets, to find,
Pick up and place it in their small mouths, where we
Can joy in their simple, orgies of belonging.

Now, set the emetic bulb, down, and grip the smouldering glass
Before your retina pumped eyes.