Crows at the helm,

     Pecking at the endless tide of lidless eyes, An unforgiving landscape of those rotting without grave, Carrion birds digesting every ounce of hope amidst the throbbing bellies of worms whose existence amongst the dead echoes greed's wish for another's demise... On behalf the rain which falls on behalf of those who willingly blind praise the leader whose attempting merely not to drown...

In lieu of,
A monstrosity leading!