Malicious forms of demonic entities
Slither over this dark, barren land.
Fed by the tarnished, black shades of the night,
Mingling mercilessly with the remnants
Of stale life.
And consuming its dying flames...

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Creeping vegetation slowly covers the facades,
To mask the decaying memories of the past,
Inscribed on the lichen covered stone:

'In hatred and disgust,
We leave you here to rot,
You'll slowly turn to dust,
What you deserved, you got.'

Fresh bodies swing alongside earlier victims,
With their drained, purple tinted complexions
And their whitened staring eyes.

The stench of rotting flesh
An undesired stimulus,
An all consuming, gagging odour
Inflicted on more than senses...

Decaying clumps of black skin fall in heaps,
Lifeless cells of rotting neglect
Rife with maggot infestation and the scent of death.

Stiff joints beneath limp lifelessness,
A mortal contradiction beneath the
Sallow shrunken skin of
Death's consumption.

Young and newly wasted,
Crimson drops slowly alight
From the corner of indigo lips,
As parchment skin slowly bruises,
Leaving speckled lilac impressions,
While a once perfect nose, lies a crooked, bloody mess.

A sprawling stain
Permeates the white cotton,
Spreading outwards from an open wound,
A bore hole to the heart,
Exposing a pumping wave of blood.
The remnants of cold-blooded murder.

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Burial, execution, homicide,
A trail of malignant carnage.
They feed on the scattered souls
Of each one,
Asphyxiating freedom,
Annihilating free-will with control...

Congregated, they traverse the departing landscape,
And cruising across abandoned battlefields
They smell the scent of massacre on the air,
And breezing by on cold winds
The poppy petals rustle at their haunting presence...