Nothing More Wretched

Destitute wasteland

Left to die and rot

Indistinguishable from the mud and dirt

I feel no mercy

But for the few I attained

My own eyes see what I shall spare

All the rest waste away

Infected

The curse of the footprints of man

Cleansing by fire

My tool to redeem this land

Taste the soil fill your mouth

Choke on the fucking flesh

None survive

Erase the scum

The worthy swing of scythe

The serpent of god

And the hands of your prophet

Are absent in your time of need