Sunday evenings sixes

As they sang and played their instruments
like zombies
and trance...and prance
to the devil's  beat....in their nakedness 

they all came out to play
and play they showed 
Dread to his note..
his last words .....

of his tears pleading to his heart 
to stop
to take
to end
there were nothing more ...to give in his humble ways

it had became a torture to him
for all around him were bulging eyes
dilated pupils.....licking lips....sucking teeth
creeping on fours....picking rugs....Like rats...licking cheese