The purifying water
Is from the dead man's daughter
The League of Miffed Contagions
Is unapproachable to strangers
They back their wry intentions
With Fallopian injections
They kiss their emerald godheads
Perpendicular to sky
The sacrilegious fervor
Is heavily back-ordered
There's a psychotropic murmur
On the edge of a knife
Their show their malcontention
Via morose deflection
The League of Miffed Contagions
Fights inside a sty