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There is no epitaph to send me off

No tomb to cradle me

Just a whimper cut mid breathe

From collapsing lungs

A constant storm laden with the fists of god comes crashing down

Waters rise and fill my premature grave

Sight has left me

The song and dance of the shovel play out in my mind

I count the sheep as they start to pile

Forming my eternal blanket

Convulsing rage added with festering hate

Clawing deep

Colors begin to bleed

Slivers sliding deep under the nails

Ascending like his serpent

Growing malcontent the rites become abhorrent

Nervous prayers clutching your crucifix

My gaping maw shielded from the candlesticks

Growing malcontent the rites become abhorrent

Slivers sliding deep under the nails acending like his serpent

My hope justice has been burried and replace with

Furry from the grave

I am the wielder of the iron reaver

Reborn from the flame bearded womb of the reaper

And renamed soul stealer

Fall to your knees now swine

I shall cleave your head from your body

Hollow it out and drink the fresh squeezed juices of your brain

To quench my thirst

Your flesh consumed to satiate my hunger

Your bones used to pick my teeth

When all is said and done you will rest in feces

Bursting bulbs shower my corpse in its gentle embers

snuffed out by the pools of leaking puss

Glimpses of decay track and spread

Plaguing your peripherals

Beg as best as you can but the part of me that could empathize is now burried

Balancing the scales

Make your offerings

The judgement stays the same

Sacrifice what you can

But this headstone will bear only your name