PENTHEUS & LABDACUS

Imagine, the

king torn apart

by the women, wild

and beastly,

ripping his flesh

apart, drenched

in his blood.

The noblest

women of the realm,

the highest

his mother, the

flesh and blood of

her son again

part of her,

in her belly

where he once

grew, pieces

of him rest

in their grave

of flesh.

The sacrifice

of blood and kinship

to declare a god.

Yet, mother

devouring a son

hardly satisfies

a god long.

The gods

thirst for human

suffering.

Thus enter

Labdacus.

Another crowned

kin for Bacchus

to mark as sacrifice

to his own divinity.

Let the

screams begin

anew, as

frenzied women

in worship

of a god

go beyond

the bounds of humanity.

Thus the gods favour

their worshippers

with defleshing

of sanity.

09.09.2018