Mountains of Flesh suffocating underneath its own weight

No inch of space is left unoccupied the only thing left to fill your lungs

Is that of a shared breathe

Replicating itself despite a lack of sustenance

Stuck at maximum capacity the earth has no choice but to give way

New skin new bones new limbs

A painful grimace across all faces

As the taste of human gore is inducted onto the palate

And as the begin lips fuse

We move into the next phase of the ouroboros

A set stage and dead center

Are the remnants of the crucified

Headless

For centuries I've laid dormant in this hopeless withered body

Feasting on misery

A thirst quenched off the tears of suffering

With 50 lashes

Each painted across the chest

Another ring I have ascended in this inferno

The earth splits open

A heaving bitch gives birth to ultimate malice

An usher for the newly damned

My decrepit hand will always find iron grip on your throat