The Third Mutation

Warfare of a new grade

Our punishment for fighting back is ravaging disease

Twisting existence

Our only hope to cure is through experimenting

Loss of mind

The sacrifice to work this time

Prayer wont save your lives

Pus filled boils rupture

The Third Mutation

Prolapse, eject, expel

The Third Mutation

Punctured, rotten insides secrete

Malign discharge, living petri

Bloating bodies deform quickly

Stomach content, putrid bleeding

A slow in outbreak garners victory

Obscured by regression, virulence awaits

Sufferers of the disease explode suddenly

Brought on by perforation of their hardened skin

Bile, feces, a swarm of flies splatter all around

Vile, nauseous, dissolving flesh their new breed ground

Larvae infested

Truly detested

Orally ingested

Partly digested

Plague seed