Good Afternoon, and...

The crushing curses you have in your soul,
Are Decomposing you as a whole
And making way for the endless blight
That you in vain try to fight.

Hark the end of you as you are!
The final stand is not that far!
And you will fall into deep despair,
As your breath will corrupt the air.

Fade into nothing as your light wanes,
So to spare the world of your pains.
You stain the earth you walk along,
For now your feet tread a path of wrong.
Disappear for the rest of all time,
For soon you will be no more than corrupted slime.