Slipknotted

The long wait was over.
Through the cemetery gate to fulfill the hunger.
"Here we are now, entertain us!"
Jumping, Shouting, Pushing, Shaking, Screaming.

Maggots.

And then there were 9.
Not 1 not 2 not 555 not 666.
9.
The Masked Salvation had arrived.

Tore through the air with weapons of chaos.
Each masterly stroke delivered to the head.
"People = Shit!"
What do we care.

Maggots.

So close to the flames of satisfaction.
Some couldn't take the heat.
No matter.
On and on the battle raged.
Feeding off each other to satisfy the hunger.

It may have been 9.
It could have been 11.
But 10 it was.
Thus the war without losers ended.

Left with an anthem promising to be back.
"Goodbye, my friends."
The Knights in sombre service said.
Or was it a whisper, a shout?
Too loud to tell the difference.

Maggots.

Turning into people.
Back to being shit.
All the time boasting.
"Where were you while we were getting high?"