Necrosis

I can sense them calling to me

feel the dead things passing through me

I have heard their cries from the alter

where we followed the lies of the father

see the skin drip from the finger

pointing to this swirling nightmare

feel the flesh fall from your body

into piles of boiling oddity

I have seen them gather

in the face of the master

take your sons and daughters

they are lambs to the slaughter

spreading dermal corruption

bathing in blood erruptions

seekers of destruction

wakeing into nothing

I have seen them

I still feel them

I am with them

death is not the end