Azrael

it will emerge beneath the rotten roots that you're walking on

the roots you're smashing with your metal horseshoes

with rubber soles

and caterpillar treads

they scream in pain

they pray

they mourn

why are thou not responding to their cries?

there's no coming back once

it's gangrenous fingers slip into your ears

can you feel it's hair tickling on your stomach walls?

it talks through nails and teeth

for all the torture thou endured

i shall grant thou soft embrace of soil

to help thou become something moe

than a sack of flesh and sorrow

a pulsing tumor growing in your skull

wouldn't let you think

the last chance to say goodbyes is lost

it is already here

why won't thou just stop when it hurts so bad?

lie down towards the pile of metal scrap

take a deep breath of powder and flames

while i take care of what's left

the earth is shaken

and mountains fall into the ocean depths

do not be afraid

do not be dismayed