pure nature's decay into itself

my bugle is ugh
oh gothic how
this hopscotch gremlin
in holy mirror
the mucuous
idols of golden mucuous
ram out your famed bugle
unto the ugh
oh how gothic
the slinking gremlins
of bethlehem
and even on the high walls
of atlantis the gargoyles blare
their gothic horns of ugh
ramming out its weird lips
into this hopscotch reticule
of holy cringe-cant-essence
ugh