Black Flowers - Cannae

Handed black flowers

Lined with dead moss

They release the pungent stench of disease

Scorched by the sun

Decayed to ashes

Animated sleeves of despair

But with each chapter

We learn much more

But it brings us closer to the end

Edge burned photos

They show the past

Seven deadly sins hold their purpose

Just lives to breed

Summary of a virus

Running rampant through the races

Encased in glass

Each breath you take

It brings us closer to the end

Flirting with the hands

That holds disaster

The scales now have turned

Underneath the facade

That makes you gorgeous

You host the death of thousands

Die extreme lines of

Execution through skinless torture

Prosthetic love

Enlist love human

Dressed up with roses

Obey the stars

Seven deadly sins

Lust lives to breed

Summary of a virus

Lust lives to breed