Mortal Plague - Acheron

Centuries
So sickly were they formed
Parasitic emulations of life
Hostile to their own kind
Their progenies are naught but pain

Eons unfold
Amounting to nothing
The favorite
Indulgences of the weak
Depravity in its earthly form
These lands hold no mercy for the meek

Oh
The plague of mortality
None shall escape its grasp
Oh
This world of hopelessness
Pestilence shall inherit the land

Suffering
The product of an earthly life
Death holds them in his frozen grasp
Like cattle they wander
To the slaughter
Like sheep
They wander to their demise

Silence is the only escape
From this nightmare
Of being awake
Night falls and the pain subsides
And await the embrace of the Void
As you take your life

Oh
The plague of mortality
None shall escape its grasp
Oh
This world of hopelessness
Pestilence shall inherit the land

Written by:
Jonathan Wade

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