All Consuming Filth - Implore

Discouraged and alienated

Without truce or plans

And still the scourge

Won’t give any solace

Even if I’m reluctant

Blessed me with my miseries

Their martyrs march

On hollow corpses

They cut their wrists

To welcome me with open arms

The filth consumes me

As it rips out my eyes

I won’t be tamed

Resurrected from the dust

Wind sculpted my face

To resemble the grace

That washed away

And now I stand

Rotting away

With what we’ve learned

Till our obituary

If I could understand

What all of this meant

Laid on the hands of fate

Engraved in myself