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letra de larval eruptions - sasqwytch

festering pus in a crimson tide pool bordered by crags of blackened flesh
necrosis paints macabre shades encircling the wasp’s sting
a slew of germs, bacteria, larvae erupt between the crusts
wriggling free, a dire scene of hopelessness crushing the reprieve

you fled the storm but not death
the arcane toxins that she injects
her malenchantments that bred diseasе
so her lance will bring you to your knees
the pеstering gnawing of her litter
devouring until the limb is thinner
slink away into a hollow oak
and for once pray that you die alone
such fear to drive a man to tears
every minute like a thousand years
each beating wing sounds like an earthquake
your anxiety keeps you wide awake
no modern medicine of remedies old
to save you when the venom grips and you’re alone
pick at the wound to pass the time
and eye its denizens when your hunger burns your insides

you’ll be entranced
by the terpsichorean motion behind the dermal veil
it’s precious sustenance that sucks at the dripping hole
they’ll endlessly eject until your belly is full of them
sickness and defeat
survival can be so disgusting
would you rather preserve your dignity
and surrender to the enemy you’ve denied
for your words would sound like wisdom
before this tempest reared its ugly appetite
and put a stopper in evolution
shattering the grand illusion

that martyrdom foments transcendence
when your life and what it meant
was always at the mercy of the minds of men
who have forsaken their common sense
who are blind to every life they view beneath them
until they gaze into the abyss
and are faced with the end of their existence
as they fall from dominance

the delusion ends today
between the pines where your body lay
who is the master, man or nature?
with no technology to shield you from the penetrator
you were gifted with intelligence
and squandered it in your hubris
no counterspells muttered in defense
of fortitude you are utterly bereft
it matters not your final thought before you are gone
the irony isn’t lost, your revelations reach no one
no lesson learned, no pardon earned, in h-ll you’ll forever burn
encroachments yet to stop, a plague of stupidity
irrigated by blood by blood moonflowers bloom, the prophecies are true
a deathbed christian but no one listens
too little now and too late, no empathy
your soul is lost in vain, your sacrifice will open floodgates

- sasqwytch

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