Messiah of Decay
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I wake to the smell of roasting meat Before I knew what was going on, my mouth was watering from the smell Once my eyes opened I stared at a frying pan with a chunk of my flesh sizzling in it The fat of me is used to grease up the entrees Father, Mother, Son and Daughter preparing me, for this fine dinner The son sets the plates The daughter puts out the silverware The mother lights the candles to set the mood As the father trims off some extra meat My jaw hangs down with drool hitting the floor And all I can say is, “Can I have a bite?” Once my eyes opened I stared at a frying pan with a chunk of my flesh sizzling in it The fat of me is used to grease up the entrees Father, Mother, Son and Daughter preparing me, for this fine dinner The son sets the plates The daughter puts out the silverware The mother lights the candles to set the mood As the father trims off some extra meat My jaw hangs down with drool hitting the floor And all I can say is, “Can I have a bite?”
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
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Collide with the fables, lost translations of our tales Same repetitive stories infect us Old traditions tainted by word Our world lost in these rumors Converted by fear until ruin Hail torture Accept pain Forget innocence Show me the answers to this burden Since we act out God in the devils land These clouds of decay rain blood and flesh on us As the dirt builds its way upon us I slowly understand cruelty So tiered of the same old mess inside I drag my feet Overcoming the tragedy of understanding I've heard many stories in my life Humble words that twist Depicting an image so different I see a rotting face that speaks to me The feeling of death creeps over Toes gliding against the dry dirt Knowing its story Beholding this sight Collide with the fables, lost translations of our tales Same repetitive stories infect us Old traditions tainted by word
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026