Walking in grass filled with leprosy, we must resist the liquid anniversary.

This isn't what I wanted life to be, but you stole the script, and re-wrote the final scene.

You were never there, you never cared, I can smell your fear, and I am coming for you.

You bloviate of hate and pain, but your a fake- succumb unto my reign,

Of doom and death and Neferius, Pain? now you will feel true pain.

Just as a cloud dissapates and vanishes, those who travel to Sheol, will not return.

I struggle to pull myself back up, but you stepped on my fingers and watched me fall.

I hope you aren't scared yet, my plague is ever growing,

We can't destroy tomorrow, unless we DEFILE today.