Apollyon Cometh

A vacant and stale carapace

A former shell of what I was

Personifying emptiness

Protruding blisters filled with pus

I never dare to breathe again

I won’t inspire this putrid zephyr

A shade I weave these woeful lands

And gestate my leaden endeavor

I gaze upon your pseudo-Christians

Spitting hate and gargling sin

A game they play for their existence

Giving out but never giving in

I regard through the cloaks of flesh

And tear inside their souls

All I observe is vanity

Developing but never turning whole

You are the offspring of a horrendous and futile fiction

Your lives are nothing but a stupendous, sorry infliction

I’ll stay immortal and bathe in my detestation

Opening the portal to The Great Abomination