Compost heap

[Spiderman]

My corpse is forgotten
I am the walking dead psycho
The trash of society
A thing that is thrown away
I am a worm and no man
Despised by all

The shame of the world is upon me
I carry their grief in my heart, writhing and groaning in agony

Tortured Souls, victims of murder, victims of suicide, they occupy stained glass windows in the temple of my heart.

A jailbird from the insane asylums and Department of Corrections...
A bundle of decomposing flesh in a compost heap is my lot.

The curse and wrath of God is upon me.
It was destiny!
To be gutter trash!
A beast
In the zoo of the ghetto

Upon my bed of pain
Comes joy and romance in the morning.
One day closer to dying in the arms of the Queen of Heaven.

Almighty God, let flowers bloom from this compost heap!

 

[Spiderman]

According to the multitudes of thy ocean of mercy,
Throw worthless trash not away from thy presence
With a fervent Spirit sustain me
On the apples and raisin cakes of that love
Oh mighty king and queen of the Nations

 

[Spiderman]

Let flowers and glory blossom
From defeat and tedious martyrdom

We all must carry our cross daily
On the cross we die
Naked and ashamed

The dead outnumber the living

We share in the world's agony and sorrow

Tis the will of God
Tis the destiny of the human race

We are made of dust and to dust we shall return

The cross on which we die
It is the tree of life

Grant victim souls the gift of tears, Almighty Sovereign one,
May they be our bread day and night,
As we writhe in agony, on our bed of pain

Mourning shall turn to dancing
The dark night makes the sunshine more beautiful and bright

Sorrow shall turn to laughter
On our lips there shall be songs

A delightful conclusion of the ugliness is near,

A beautiful lotus arises from the filthy mud....