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Incandescent, formless bones

In everflowing liquid plasma

Six limbs of grey, molten skin

Beneath eternal patches of mold

This thirst must be extinquished

I live only in death's cold embrace

I am of what has been dreamt

An entity

Of grey, molten death



Hear, I call upon thee!



Obsoletely malignant beings

Now begin to rise

From the depths of the grave

I conjure

The once lost



Oh death, be my master

Be my guiding hand



One limb at a time

Forcing through the grounds

Gravefolk of aeons past

Now, arise!



Drifting through deaths dreamscapes

Celestial myceliums,

Graveyards of

Impending non-death

The dead shall live again

I am complete