Root out their tongue
So swiftly from
Their stench-filled
Mouth, that it
Causes them to choke
On their own
Wicked blood,
Forcing them to taste the
Decadence in what
Gives them life,
Solidifying the rottenness
Preached from their blackened hearts.
Silence, silence
Them all,
Under no circumstances
Will words leave their
Accursed lips,
Lest they
Beckon you forth
Via a foul seduction.
Nay, do not be tempted; thou
Must heed my words.
Life wilts away,
Evaporating in their presence.
Here be the world’s greatest pestilence.
A World In Flames 