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We are the open wound

Connected with red threads

To the bowels of the earth below

The same fate awaits you

As others before

You shall join them in the gaping maw of insignificance

The ground below us is crumbling

As the creeping invasion advances

The breaking down of tissue

And the cancerous growths on our dreams

I am the unholy conqueror

Eternally devouring mother of blight

Your minds shall submit

The feeding grounds shall soak with your blood

You were made for this

I am the foul corruptor

Laughing as I condemn you

To serve and to speak my repulsive words