Deadworld Reclamation

It seeks to be released

The fragments of a once brightened disposition
Are blackened in misanthropic disgust of all
That has unsettled from within
In mere repulsion, so ravenous the innermost

My form contorts in disbelief
My patience attenuated
In the arousal of so foul a stench
My very structure distorts

From beneath ever grinning lips doth vile corruption run
As black as the midnight air
Does it pour from my mouth, now agape?

In the amorous arms of iniquity
Held is my porcelain form of frailty debased
Debased

Defiling, the ground beneath me now corrodes
A force unto this earth bestowed
Seething in noxious lament
Pooling from my very base

Does this eclipsing tide seek only to envelope
This loathsome liquid of origins unknown
From wounds exposed has run
From this my temple, now unto the ground

From within the purview of this darkest deception
Does this, oh, verminous salvation, befall the world beneath
Hold on, prayers

My arms now opened in cruel depiction of Christ
I watch in horror as the world diminishes