Rain of Gluttonous Sorrow

Cold filth falls in never-ending sheets,
Bodies bloated, soaked in what they’d eat,
Cerberus howls but the feast is gone,
Hunger gnaws where once the feast went on.

Slop and sludge rise ankle-deep and higher,
Every craving turned into a mire,
The more they took, the more the sky pours down,
Drowning excess in its muddy crown.

Drowned in excess, never satisfied,
Gluttony’s reward is never dried,
Echoes rise from mouths that always craved,
In this realm where nothing can be saved.

Oh, where nothing can be saved.

They wallow, clawing at the sodden ground,
Once they gorged, now only filth is found,
Rain that never stops beats on their skin,
Turning pleasure into endless sin.

Drowned in excess, never satisfied,
Gluttony’s reward is never dried,
Echoes rise from bellies that once roared,
In this realm where hunger is restored.

Oh, where hunger is restored.

Three-headed shadows guard the weeping mass,
But even they cannot consume the trash,
The deluge washes every greedy dream,
Into the sludge of an unending stream.

Drowned in excess, never satisfied,
Gluttony’s reward is never dried,
Echoes rise from souls forever stained,
In this realm where all is drenched in pain.

Oh, where all is drenched in pain.
Where all is drenched in pain.
Where all is drenched in pain.

©2026 Hugh Mungus