Destruction and perdition reign in pools Bubbling in ripples and fighting cohesive force Plunge in! The force says Brother, what is your take? Eyes and hands fitted to a bag Conscience rejected like an old hag Sons of sons of Simon Pouting lips in treacherous kisses The heart is a bathroom Letting all in to bath A bath that leaves you covered in blood; even naked Beelzebub A little greed that ignite sinister bulbs The horse at the stream who refused to drink Did you run the cart into the ditch? Does the slave sell his master? Is thirty all there is to life? Was Aceldama calling out to you? Invoking upon her altar your once disciplined soul? What do the goods in your stall portray? Could it be what I have heard or goods on Bee Trays? Could Iscariot have been a specie of carrot?