Improper Burial -

Forsaken in past passages

Told through the eyes of legends

The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope

From this view you can see the ash clouds and smell the villagers' hair and

skin melt away

Follow the gravel road

You can feel it grow within yourself

Feel it spread, thickening

Your clearest thought may betray you

It’s your death within a toll

Clear the lands of this darkened shade

Save yourself enriched in the clutched hands

Its darling touch yes is very deceiving

Beyond this village a stream to cleanse yourself

But time, it clots your lifespan in every sacred second

Time passes by

Years have seemed not to correspond within their own interval

Deteriorate fine young man

Withered in death’s time frame

Capture the descent in departure

You can feel it grow within yourself

Feel it spread, thick