ache, like an angry sore, that's always bleeding
like a weeping sore, that's always seething
like a ragged jaw, that never mended
like a pestilence, that never ended
trapped, in ice, formless heap of lice
congeal as meat, rotten and sweet
sinew, tethered carrion
sprout from its nape, behold its wake
ache, like an angry sore, that's always bleeding
like a weeping sore, that's always seething
like a ragged jaw, that never mended
like a pestilence, that never ended
rot, and flee, touching everything
long dead disease, now starving seize
cities, stand a massive tomb
and so behold (an), erupted womb
endlessly they crave, urging us into our grave
stabbing out so brave, like a great chattering wave
and there in its wake, watch the world a tomb to shake
and it's little more, than a vast and throbbing sore
to weep, and silently sleep
a hardened speck, forgotten wreck
distant, there in inky black
uncaring night, so dims the light
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