I can sense death invading the bodies of my victims
I can sense it's path from my mind
To my limbs, erupting in agression
I can breath the last living gasps in shame
Transmutating across deaths

A pale Spectre dwells the eroed crypts in solitude
Once the body liquified in the cold stone, it began to stiffen again
For those who decay in the humid dirt, there's no afterlife
Feeding on the sedimentum, where cold corpses once laid

Worms emerge motivated by the stench of famine
I abandon life slowly
Face against the soil
How Fetid my body is becoming
How foul my breath floats
Passing ages, the makers of my new form
Petrified
Vermin still feed on me
Until there is no mass known

Cementerycal breeze erupts from the depths
Opening the graves to liberate the spectres
Zombified Corpse rests it's soul
As the final victim is consumed
Fumigated by the immense putrifact gas clouds
Life ends covered in horrid mutations
Absent of movement blood coagulated
Stiffed body begins liquification

Blood runs down the effigy
Forgotten dug, forgotten remains
I curse my god before my mortal form ceases it's existence
Ascent to him in form of miasma

Dripping skin due to deterioration
Humans evade my precence
My ooze is malignant
I erupt an offensive smell

Repulsive worship, bow before my stench
Feed from the bodies, my flesh and blood
Chamber of feces, sexual encounter
Ending in murder, entities pleased

Bloodsoaked, gore vetigial
Eroed, gore vestigial

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