Black corruption
Yellow Disease, I beg thee.
Come to me, Lord of Plagues
I am your disciple.
I sit at your table of
maggot filled fruit
and watch as the meat sours.
My putrid lover
you stink of rot.
You are King of Flies and I,
Queen of Worms.
There is fear
and hunger, my lord.
Come,
preach me your prophecies
and I will spread
the word.
