The Rite

There's things I see
When I dream
That you'd never believe
Words that I hear
That I'll never repeat.
They speak in wicked tongues
Dripping with impurity
Foul in their nature
And I hear everything that they say to me.
Oh God
It's taking over me!

I brought forth the plague
That diminished the human race
Bodies stacked on the pyres
Fueling the stench of the fires.

There is an ancient torture
I am its sole creator.
I've existed for thousands of years
Perfecting my craft
Learning the secrets of your human limits
Over and over again.

Reciting ancient scriptures
In pain I memorized.
A black tongue spewing forth
Decrepit lines.
There lies a book in the
Chasms of the Earth
Leather bound and cursed
A perpetual code
Written in every living organism
Existing in this world.

Reciting ancient scriptures
Engraved into my mind
A dark hand reaches forth
And claws it's cold, dead fingers
Into my heart.

(I sum claustritumus)
I sum claustritumus.

Come and exorcise me.



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Allen King
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