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Freed from it's tomb

The growth spreads again

Consuming all in it's wake

Inhale the putrid smog

The rot swallows all

What the tomes foretold

Sealed underneath

A mold so old

Rotting and cold

Smell of ancient death

Human remains

Of those who came before

Feel it fill your lungs

Choke on your breath

Primordial spores freed

Fall to your knees

Gasping for air

Planted are the seeds

To take all it needs

So grow will this mold

A mold so old

Rotting and cold

Spreading far and wide

It's pointless to hide

The mold takes it's hold

Humid but cold

Swaddled in this rancid blanket

By our morbid earth mother

We all become one

A part we hold

In the old mold

Rotting and cold