Pestilence Shall Come

You fear the cold at last? Feel the still flaking, crooked arms. I’ll puke myself dry. And such flaming light has fallen, from heavens to earth. So feel the tremble below. Forever. And down below howls, so far below. A fucking calling; hear the screaming? With wounds stretching all the world. Crawling deeper through the hole. Writhing in fear. This place, brings us suffering and I’ve become one last man, to heal the wounded scars. We are fools and we are so wrong. Selfish, cowards. Pulling from all. I can’t breath and wake up, no one stares up. Calling and weeping for the stars. Murder, torture. Pestilence so freeing. Call to me and sacrifice yourself and flee into the stars.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025