Slime Traveler

Wasteland stretching endless miles
What we’ve left behind
Nothing but the sound of solitary slithers
Born of slime
From the barren earth so deep
They awakened beneath
With their brethren infused
Rivers flow with corrosive ooze
Upon the path of the Greatfather
He who dwells without a spine
Follow in his viscous wake
Back through time
Cowardly are they, the mollusks that dwell in shells
For they hath not the father’s grace
Heretics and worms, they shall be cast down
Into the compost where woodlice weap
Slugs don’t sleep, we walk forever over slime
They will answer for their crimes