Repangaea

Life filters through like shutters
Frame by floating frame
As Satan’s blood burns in the stomach
With corroded noses
Hovering above a porcelain god
Vomit projecting, cleansing inside
Purging the shit out
From the heart strong enough for a horse
Insufflated en masse
They’re pounding on the door
I’m puking straight through death
Pure horses in it?
Life filters through like shutters
Frame by floating frame
As Satan’s blood burns in the stomach