Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay

From the brown infested clouds

Painful death is unleashed

Toxic rain upon your skin

Now you are diseased

Pus fulled wounds begin to form

Inflamed bloated mess

Internal organs sieze and corysed

Contaminated blood flows with death

The features are slowly rotting

Off your deformed face

Now you are just

A twisted mass of burnt decay

Retoning violently

Heaving chunks of burnt toxic decay

Hair falls out

Bowls expel their rotten stinking waste

Body and mind are dubbed a fate

So horrendous and sick

The safety of the womb is gone

Bloody pus oozes from your ****

Unformed offspring

Meet the poisoned air

Ejected fetuses litter the street

Men and women cry

For themselves and their young

A twisted monument

Of mans defeat