Killing Music

You incubate despicable rancorous seed
No thing of beauty this so tortured flesh turned death
Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation
In the darkest place, foetal horror’s corruption bleeds
Infect
All the years of pain and death no saviour
Oh hated injustice, paying tithes to death itself
Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation
Would that we had the knife to cut if free
Let the blood run free
And in the mirror before you
Sightless eyes blind to the growing shadow
Consuming?
And as the dead we shall walk
Blackly erubescent, eschatological descent
Words twisted beyond madness in this world of the truest path
Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation
Would that we had the knife to cut if free
Carved into our hearts
We wear the name called death
Will there be a beyond?
Then let it weep in preparation?
A legacy of shining lights to despise the unjust
History will remember the ones among the first into the breach
Once more unto the breach
Subsumed by abomination
Dead ritualistic threnody
this killing music