Esoteric Order

Tracing black letters with verdant slime
Ever lusting for the soil's flesh
Bloodletting the filth-crusted masses
The frail, pitiful, misshapen husks
They aimlessly wander, perish
Blindly decomposing, useless cunts
Our liturgy will rid them of pain
Take my tendrilous hand and evolve
Or fall to the mass graves
Our rotten foundations