erosion of life i see
it makes the passion burn in me
life it always withers away
death will eternally stay
corpses in their coffins
forever rest in peace ?
there sleeping with the aspergillus
is this justice to the dead ?
the atrocious sight of burial ecremony
christians weeping for the departed
they won't understand, they should envy them !
the deceased they know, if there's a paradise
or shall we feel, the purgatory !
i open the graves, admire the rot
i can feel the presence, of something beyond
aureola of nauseating reek
wings of shriveled skin
holy beauty of a carcass
divine sight for me to gaze upon !
necrolatic ! reverence for putrefaction
necrolatic ! reverence for the stench
i kneel, before a carrion
i pray, before the dead
i know, they shall rise
i fear, for the scourge
i revere, power of the dead
