Broken Paul

His calling rings around the valley
His echoes run like graying streams
That flow into rivers of his bitter thought
Dammed at the points where the sewage is caught

Broken bridges and shattered roads
Permit no path to break his hold
He hunts for you to cut his teeth
Like liquid Kraken, a hungry beast

Broken Paul, cold from below
Black as the face of industrial snow

His legend tells of an angel of death
Walking the earth, looking for rest.
Whilst you shiver amidst the waste
Eat raw sewage, don't notice the taste.

Broken Paul, cold from below
Where he treads nothing will grow

An old rotten heart, eaten and scorched
Leads the ranks of his fetid hordes
To where you cower, fallen and old
Breathing the stench of the battered and sold

Broken Paul, cold from below
A wind of destruction starting to blow