Mark R Slaughter - Agony lyrics

I lost my arm, a leg; the head Of once my brother fell to me. I caught it with a scream caressed with Bowels, anointed with our blood – Arterial – of crimson zest – Ethereal in oxygenation. My mother whined a haunting dirge Of ‘Why? ' and ‘Will this never end? ' I answered with my bluing lips And gurgles of antiphony. Dying in our agony, We make a sorry nation.