Hardmix (T.S. Eliot vs Teen tops)

The Plague

The plague has fallen, feasting
in its gayly dance whilst, rocking
bodies in such timely fashion, reigning
on this waste land 'til beyond.

Thus it spread chiefly, commanding
us to rock and roll to match it,
and turned us blind to its malignant pace,
our yearnings atop, taken ablaze.

A hauling call for a priest,
to marry me and the plague, not
for beauty, nor for pity, for
its dance, then for will,
then for pity.



Inspirado en: La plaga.