Wither away amongst the barren plains malnourished and forever rotting
Exiled to a defiled shrine to mirror you image
Lands virulent and festering
Your broken spirit refracts upon it’s surroundings
Manifesting into a world relentlessly sick
Draped by a blanket of constant pestilence
There is no false physical vessel
Your true spirit is for all to see
Depraved by a ravenous cancer
That withers itself in torment
For you sowed these fields with parasites
Nourished the earth with venom
And crafted it with hidden agendas
This is the sanctuary that mirrors your path
Below degenerate, insidiously malformed
But everything that was deserved