Lesions from Vicious Plague - Lecherous Nocturne

Scarified sickly gaze from sullen faces looking on

Tell-tale signs of disease within their souls and their minds

Sightless eyes cannot see beyond the present

Knowing their withered limbs will no longer build a future they don’t have

Apathy resulting from hopelessness

Symptomatic discoloration of the flesh

One should know by sight

Accompanied by a mild sense of slight discomfort

Is often temporarily ignored

Only the first symptom

It’s already too late

Next the skin is broken

Allows corruption

Shedding frantic discharge

Dementia sets in

Aberrant behavior

Fully taking hold

Nonexistent cure Mark of Cain Prognosis death

Pre engineered by regimes seeking total control

Playing god has achieved

The genesis of apocalypse

Inflicting us with agony

And lesions from this vicious plague

Consummate infection in grim display

The skin has split siphons every invention

Of this sea of disease

Immunity bows to every intention

Hear the whispers of its voice

Lofty in its triumph wearing crown of deception

Persuading victims they have a choice

Monarch of all sickness

Has within its clutch

The will of this sphere

Conquering all

They didn’t even know

What was clearly gathering

At their very doors

When it chose to enter their lives

There was not even sense to realize

That they’d already been taken

Nonexistent cure Mark of Cain

It is here

It’s been here for quite some time getting close

Do you hear it coming

Don’t you feel it growing