TI; Visions

The gods are dead
The visions all seem to say
We're doomed, to rot

The blood of a thousand fucking heavens
Rains through the clouds
Scars of the crucifix upon children
Terrifying stigmatas, they never die
They presume possession
But it's an infection
We feel fear

Cured, by fire
Let them fucking burn
They choke on the smoke
From the infected, undead, burning children

Airborne infection

See, how they run, flee
They breathe in their own death
It never ends

Their putrid skin will rot right off their bones
This is ever lasting, death
Their soul won't move on, they are

Confined, within it's host
Confined, even in death

Immortal soul confined, all life is left to rot
We're not dying, just suffering
Earth will rot, it consumes their souls

We're
Genetic mutations
Humanimal

They hide, under the ground
In the dirt, like fucking worms
And we are the eagles
Their hands full of hate
White knuckle tight they fight

How will it end, or will it never?

The plague consumes me