There's a wicked plague that stalks the hearts of mortal men
The loins of faithful women
Of genderless and queer
Bewildering forest creatures
In midnight shrouds enveloped
Bedecked in iridescent array

But if you pop my pustule baby
And hold my turgid bubo close to yours
We can do it like rats
Writhe like vermin in the gutter
And populate these putrid lanes
Till they don't know what to do with us

And think that I've bethought this thought afore
That the multiverse would throw something at mortalkind finally
That we could handle like this
Quarantine, pin down, vivisect, examine
Break apart to suck its essence out
Like tardy crawfish in the creek

The way the Divine pluck the limbs of mortals off
Like sadist children sporting with ants
Like idiot winds scouring pleading grasslands
That we could harness that kind of power
To wield that darkness for our own

In sibilant susurrus softly she quires
Of learning to leave the flesh
Of learning to treasure what's left

Better to be maggots in a carcass that's ours
That tics on a beast that seeks to destroy us

So this one's to pestilence, bottom's up girls
I'll be here for the next one, I'll give her a whirl

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 979 AF.