Salò

Four libertines beneath chandeliers

Sanctimonious is their impression

True nature unveiled when they speak

Linking futures

Underfoot; the will of free man

No one impedes them, spun beneath temples of sand

Laws to govern suffering

Any semblance of innocence driven out

In time, these pedophilic crimes reform

In time, more violent fetishes push forth

Winter months uncoil the depths of this decay

Ushered by cruel hands

Now forming a creature

Their forms distorted and blurred

It descends; donning costume

Serpentine body omnipresent throughout the estate

In this manner, they can watch from behind one face