In the Time it Takes a Snail to Creep a Mile

Tonight I'm a well, I'm an oil slick in disguise
Preserved, constricted, bound by the gaze of the wise,
who in judgement name me filthy
together bind me
detain my spirit in these stocks that I despise.

Clinging to my body, my clothes rot from the inside
Silkwebs around me, spiders and craneflies collide
Be'elzebub embrace me, ha!
Cups runneth over!
Flow now, entropy, from this cocoon where I hide.

I bathe in a stream, now my skin blossoms with rust
Can they wash from me, scrub themselves clean in my dust?

No!
We breathe from different atmospheres
You're in your prime, your lake's a grail - drink deep of bile!
No!
In truth, our skins our not the same
In lineage, we've parents too vile to name -
Not apt for prayers!
How many layers,
of our borrowed skin can we both defile
in the time it takes a snail to creep a mile?

My own skeleton, made without my involvement
My sole memory, is my source of resentment,
for my makers silence critics
and damn all cynics
to a century of limbo in banishment.

I plead from my heart, for a devil's touch internal
For my filth, I'm a bride only fit for the infernal!

No!
We bleed from stigma's apertures
My only crime: my aches, I'm pale - no sleep for the vile!
No!
In truth, our casks are sin implied
In fond embrace, let sword and sheath divide
Instincts will sway,
my mind betrayed!
How far can we sink deep into exile
In the time it takes a snail to creep a-

Speak, they, of decency
while driving us inside
their sewer pipes, their burials,
their mortality denied.
Absurd, then, to couple here
but gluttony beats pride,
and we're beasts of proud depravity,
heirs to this foul tide -
we'll swell and split the banks
of the river we reside,
their surface shall never again
be blessed, and in sun, dried.
For vanity, humanity gave up, broke down and cried.

Yes!
We're fountains of humility!
Of grime, our wake's of Baal! You're steep in his guile!
Yes!
In love, our bodies hold us back
In hate, our sharpened teeth suit well attack!
In victory,
let blood ride free!
How well can my tribute quench this isle
In the time it takes a snail to creep a mile?