Malice and Contempt on the faces of astomatous men,
Encroaching
Scratching on footsteps they glide.
Outstretched limbs attached to husks of Decadent Skin,
Floating,
The spectres golden oblong shaped eyes.
Yet still I witness the bodies of enlightened men Entombed...
What figures will be left to divide?
They poisoned any hope of asomatous redemption
This acidic virus will erode away at all time...