PUTRID MICROCOSM

One more turn in this chaotic journey, The same nightmares to paint this apocalyptic reality. Traitors, hypocrites, liars, the jealous, the hateful and the slanderers darken my dreams. Forced to blaspheme just to gain the attention of the Universal Force. A few victims, a few indelible scars to be seen as legitimate in the eyes of hell. I shook hands with darkness just to survive this horror movie. Living in misery and poor health is an infernal loop the Reaper greatly enjoys. No trust left in the human race. I’ve walked alone ever since I could stand on my own two feet. One last journey, one final tribute in this putrid microcosm.