In Putris Stagnum by Xanthochroid
At last, I have arrived
My tired eyes survey this
Cancerous growth
A festering pool of worms
Sickening to behold
Reminding me of what was,
And what becomes of buried dreams
Of reasons, I have but one
To rid myself of pain
Shrouded in black fog
I am beyond death
“For those who seek pleasure and power,
I'll make you beautiful
Beyond your wildest dreams
For I am he;
The one said born of the gods
But I must ask no less a price
To dwell in you”
I, relinquish body, mind, and soul
My leprous skin and broken spirit
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