I gaze into this puny crystal ball
And the unexplained becomes reality.
Morbid angels reanimate the world's necropolis.
The sultry, insinuating , sweetness of death abounds.
Malevolent corpses and necrophagus rats plague the meak.
A tumultuous undertaker rests now, his eyes can't be shut.
Battalions of the undead trounce the meritorious.
This hell-spawned onslaught is far from over.
The crystal ball lacerates my skin
My carcass becomes torpid and joins the necrophile war.
 
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