To use a cliché or maybe four,
I am full of them you will see for sure.
As a true master of disguise,
It’s within the shadows I spin lies.
As has been and so shall be,
I always stand right here with thee.
As you walk I’m beside you now,
As the sweat runs down your brow.
It is my breath that warms your neck,
While in the mirror you do check.
All the lines down your face that stretch,
Across your flesh that once was fresh.
I’m the eternal conquistador,
As is now and forevermore.
It’s with me you begin the fight,
Your body tries with all its might.
So the battle for you begins,
As I struggle for your sins.
And upon this stallion’s rigid back,
There is stealth in my attack.
It’s the war you attempt to wage,
Your soul locked in its fleshly cage.
But there is no way for you to fight,
And of that you know I am right.
You succumb to my every pain,
As I ravage body and brain.
And with the first stage now being won,
Soon the second shall be done.
And then the third it will commence,
With only the slightest of your defense.
As my misery closes in,
It is your bowels that begin to spin.
Because within your guts I dwell,
Home to this dark carousel.
With rot and ruin they decay,
As they eat themselves away.
Without a thing left to digest,
Comes a weakening in your chest.
As hunger flees your deadened throat,
Your organs they do twist and bloat.
With no longer a want for food,
The next stage has thus ensued.
And thus the time is now at hand,
For the warriors to disband.
As filth runs thickly from your bowels,
To the chorus of our beastly howls.
Your soiled life stains virgin sheets,
As the refuse of your God retreats.
There is only but decay,
As your flesh cage rots away.
And somewhere in the distant sky,
Through darkness angels they do cry.
But in the land below our feet,
The demons grin and gnash and bleat.
As they plan their greatest feast,
Wherein they swallow your sweetmeats.
And now your world has met its end,
While you believe it is godsend.
But you question at what cost,
Humanity has again lost.
And so from the dirt it now begins,
The struggle between the heinous twins.
To one above and one below,
You are only a mere tableau.
In this never-ending play,
To make the horses stay away.
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