Such lovely decomposing death,

Upon which all terms are met.

The sweet smell of roses,

That lures me into rest.

Composing a sweet symphony of destruction,

Putting mankind’s faith to the test.

But only to fail miserably,

And die like the rest.

Bioanastetic love of a horrid beast,

I have become part of the masses of deceased,

Wandering throughout an eternal night,

I’ve already lost the fight.

Much to my delight,

You I have found here,

And our deaths are so close in sight.

With robot like movements,

Toward a seriously sinister plight.

Bioanastetic love from an early grave,

A true horror brought souly form spite.

Kill me please with swift steady blows,

If for only a moment my life will disclose,

Before me is presented an eternal damnation,

To the rear is a world full of woes,

As I disregard all forms of Christianity,

Locked inside of a world so cold.

Bring to me your pain and sorrows,

So I can embrace your memories untold.

And the fear that drives us into oblivion,

Will surly become our savior to behold.

Bioanastetic love from a false god,

Will be the death of humanity foretold.