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 won't 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 breeding ground Larvae infested Truly detested Orally ingested Partly digested Plague seed