A mangled figure struggles on artificial ground 

An unidentifiable form

Its mangled hand outstretched 

Pleading 

Ignorance and narcissism fuel the beast 

A grotesquely repulsive sight

Rot seeps from its pores 

Spills down drains 

Trickles down streets 

Shoes become coated in the sludge 

Yet the beast feeds 

It devours 

Sludge crawls across idols 

Soiling their value 

Yet the beast remains avoided

Sludge climbs up throats 

Panic and struggle to escape 

Unavoidable yet unexpected suffocation 

But what would one expect when the beast is fed?

And left to fester