This, a Fallen World

Call in the strangest group of weirdchildren
Take! Emblazon on thy banner of cess
All alms to thy belly do we take!
I took the two broken pieces
Having broken it in two
The tree and the disgust, no more reaching to the moonlight
And I shriveled into less than two
Of how many creatures no longer stamping out their tribal songs
What with all the world a prodigy
And no room for a scab
It just keeps bleeding and bleeding
Blood was just the beginning
Each step I took took me deeper into the spark
Furl and bend, the burning, bloody banner!
Filth burns, and filth burns well