The devil’s festering viscous urinetrickle,

A decaying mucusy bile like rancid rot

Lingering mercilessly on my helpless tongue for eras after,

Unholy, this flavor, exist it should not.

Created by man or beast, I’m uncertain

But skeptical that the miserable thing was of this Earth

A harmless looking cap of mucky demon’s blood

Satan, watching me gag, writhes in mirth.