From whence doth it cometh
only from the toxic sunken palisade
of forsaken ghouls in stained white sackcloth
they who **** ***** and blood in convicts cravens
pouring acrid incantations from their diseased entrails
beyond grace and redemption the wraiths burn in pitiful anguish

spawns from the wombs of belly creepers
raised in the decayed fangs of face bare serpentine liars
wounded cripples from days past and days now in damnation
seething hissing bellicose opaque nonentities in iced deflagration

From whence doth it cometh
pain and darkness steams from pain and darkness
the heartless sorrowfuls seeking company arid covens
the pitted wrinkles and gnarled condemned to the in-organics mires
the carcasses laments testimonies of love never known only captured
their history testifies capture ruin and destroy as they are already destroyed