Grip - Pestilence

Cowering in their earthen husk
Feeding on fungus and disregarded remnants
Avoiding the vengeful, wolven spirits seeking judgement
Befalling to a greenish hue, purple the eyes, sullen and sunken
Soured tongues, forced felt visions demanding revision
Fevered, the sick seek solution
Few exit their cavernous realm

The remorseful absent, complacent through the sacrifice of estranged neighbors
The fallen kill as they've killed once before, reinvigorated and confident

First befell the immortal, then the pestilence
And all may fall before us

The healed return, bearing bountiful, healing flesh
Pulled from the garden, disguised and hidden
The sick rejoice, feeding and lusting, praising
The word of the healers, laying claim to the words of the obscured
The saved raise tributaries and icons
Achievement worshiped, All for the glory of rebirth

Written by:
Alex McGady

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