Rakuyo (Ft. Nat Lacuna)

digging down where blood meets soil, congealing in a sickly clot of festering enmity, writhing masses come forward to whisper their obscenities from the cavity in the ground that will cradle your undeserving remains. mantras of defilement from the mouths of worms. a pestilential dirge; allusions to the 14 words. no merciful god could ever look upon you with love. you shouldn't be alive. excavate your wretched form in anticipation of an overcast sky, heaving in desperation for a future that rejects you. in your absence civilization thrives. the skies will not open for you. your ambitions die. I will rain anguish upon you and return you to the dirt where you belong, ensuring you become a nameless ghost without a casket. tomorrow will not carry your cross, creation absolved of your pollution. only an honest death will cure you now. become an unmarked grave.