BODY ROT!

the death of a religeon.

When there's no more room in hell,
we will take over what’s left of the earth,
now an empty haven for flies,
a place where only the stench of what was once men remain.
only body placement seems to be a puzzling fact.

The streets stained with blood,
a carnivorous feast for the four legged ones.
A celebration of a new and gory race,
not even heavens angels will visit,
a place condemned, dammed to a hell that was thought to never exist.

A feast for your demons,
Satan’s greatest achievement yet!
He made you curse him and hate him;
only to realise that your hate has taken over you,
he took away all that you were and made this hate,
now you die with the ones that were already his slaves,
now you lay in there dead bodies,
and can do nothing but scream to a deaf god!
Forsaken by your own hate!
if only you could end it all,
but you are stained with the blood of your own faith,

you rather bleed in hell than stay!
For not even your god! looks at you anymore!
Now you breathe in what you see, this smell, a stink with a patent decree!
That forever tormented you will be!
For heaven throws it's own away, and hell has no room,
no bed for you to lay!
Body rot is the only way!

Sitting and breathing watching your body decay,
degrading your mind,
no value for self
ripping your own flesh from your bones!
From the disgust of seeing your dying flesh!
Crimson seeping through your lifeless skin!
Razors make no sense when flesh is this dead!
Pull your insides to become the outside!
This death began from within!
THIS IS THE TIME THE THIRD YEAR OF NINES!
666 BEGINS! BODY ROT!

Author's Note

this is one of my old poems, those who reviewed it before the admins fucked up! then you can feel free to not give another review, but it would be appreciated if you would do it again, cheers!