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They are the walking dead

Shuffling to their graves

They are the plague mongers

Suckling on the blackened

Tits of a dying whore

The church pews reek of the dead and diseased

They are the foaming mouths

Spewing suicide

They are false piety

Coddling the pus-filled

Scrotum of The Beast

As it chokes on its rancid, dying breath

Bloated

From gorging on their own

Ruptured

By the gnashing teeth

A crumbling kingdom

Of parasites

A toxic kingdom

Staggering towards the abyss

Lacerated throats and hollowed eyes

The cardboard suicide notes

Clutched by blistered fingers

Extinction manifestos

Scrawled in the blood of the children sacrificed

To their digital gods

Kneeling in pixel worship

Wired to their graves

The ritual dissemination of the mind rot

Spreading the disease

Bloated

From gorging on their own

Ruptured

By the gnashing teeth

A crumbling kingdom

Of parasites

A toxic kingdom

Staggering towards the abyss

Lacerated throats and hollowed eyes