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
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