A curse for the dead - The Legion

The ravishing blessing of Heaven’s light vanishes at once

With the closing of eyes, illuminating the darkness

Inside.

Pave way, tread forth!

A sigh to bid farewell, one

Last pronunciation: the name of the Creator — forlorn…

A curse for the dead!

The will to life is the lust for death.

Strangling

Consuming, vomiting flesh!

A wave of darkness carries

Me forth to molest the seemingly safe.

Under the

Moonless valve of black, spirits float onwards to never

Come back

Dwell, now, in a sea of negativity!

Undulating darkness

Speaking wounds.

This gruesome site is boundless.

The

Grave;

an entry and nothing like rest.

Scarring without

Leaving scars.

Souls to stone, gristle and bone

Emotionless dead lips, coldly sealed.

Farewell to the

Flesh and the truth therein!

A procession for the

Moribund to initiate the rape of life

Holy ruin:

A web of flesh, following the call of the void

A curse for the dead!