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Beckon the flies

To swarm, assimilate this flesh, as the dark star putrefies

The moon, a witness to an oath of plasma flow

It sees but never tells as it lacerates itself

Morphing into a singular cell, to deviate initiates ones death

Engendering a fate of never-ending hate

A maelstrom of larvae programmed to mutilate

This apex of aberration dissolves the strain

Sequence liquefied

Genome once fused disintegrates

Ascending as ash beyond the veil

Your sin of deviation has torn the bond asunder

Behold, this harvest of agony

Suffer, you will suffer

Bound, gagged with truth as your flesh is stripped for use

The lie you held now bleeds away, as we hover above and swing the blade

The eyes once used to see it all, removed, and nailed as you convulse

Death is far from here

Prolong this suffering your infirmity has just begun

The night must end to usher in the sun

All your blood, begins to clot, and your veins fall to rot

Death is far from near

The void escapes, your pulse restored, returned from the edge

Resuscitate to exsanguinate, devitalizing all you were

Screams resound, throughout the cosmos

Without response, resolve decays

A carrion birth pulsates

Translucent pods erupting deep inside your breathless lungs

All light from your eyes dim into a swarm of flies

All that binds you to life withers as you incubate

The horde consuming, overtaking, leaving not an ounce remaining

Of your treachery

This world now looks to skies and see

Wraiths consume eternity

The maggots hatch and rise to claim, a shapeless swarm devouring

On rot they feast, they breed disease

One cadaver used to seed

Ushered forth mans catastrophe

The end abates, as this reign of hate

Decimates the soil of life and the stars of fate

Myiasis