thresheld

It multiplies in the living and the dead, Living within festering wounds, Breeding on the pain And the endless screams. It thrives on war and destruction, But It grows ever stronger Regardless of chaos or peace. The circling ravenous vultures Are Its feathered messengers, The sickening flies Form Its many prying eyes. Its squirming hands Like the spineless maggot rends, And It moves with speed and stealth, Sweeping like pestilence over the Earth. It is fueled by hatred, Fired by the essence of rage, And perpetuated by the hurtful words of Man. It feeds on their corrupted conscience, And bathes in the bile of their heart. I