Sun drips blood and sour winds blow dust onto
The dried plains as bones form cages for venomous
Monsters but even the stench of rotting flesh is
Tasteless to the flicking tongue of a viper who
Knows his demise is near but must patiently murder
Another soul in order to greet the king of the demons
Upon his flesh ripping in two like human meat tearing
And bleeding from the bone as ravenous hellhounds
Rip capillaries and veins asunder as the screams from
Children reach the insect-infested ears of vultures and
The circling begins to eventually devour each piece of
Cartilage and muscle but the bones will be picked clean
Of uncooked, viral flesh and left to proclaim the lineage
Of life and its destiny of death.
The dried plains as bones form cages for venomous
Monsters but even the stench of rotting flesh is
Tasteless to the flicking tongue of a viper who
Knows his demise is near but must patiently murder
Another soul in order to greet the king of the demons
Upon his flesh ripping in two like human meat tearing
And bleeding from the bone as ravenous hellhounds
Rip capillaries and veins asunder as the screams from
Children reach the insect-infested ears of vultures and
The circling begins to eventually devour each piece of
Cartilage and muscle but the bones will be picked clean
Of uncooked, viral flesh and left to proclaim the lineage
Of life and its destiny of death.
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