Parasite

A lesser reaper born to seek the darkest sorrow of the meek A glutton for the murk and mire of souls. Her son by day her wretched cries slither his way and full by night on misery he sways. You appear as I revoke the hesitant adulation Lessened over time for you are damned. Fear how far you'll fall fear Satan fear the suffering that I can't save you from. The faces of the dead and hauntings of your past: the widows and the wasters. Your disease; my cross to bear. Dragged through hollows of despair I cease my feeling to forgive your fears. Cursing the truth back well before they knew that this dim season was her last. You appear as I revoke the hesitant adulation Lessened over time for you are damned. Fear how far you'll fall fear Satan fear the suffering that I can't save you from. Feckless pyrrhic whored to all beyond the reach The righteous beings thrown contempt to her. Her dying son lies maudlin beside his cold writ of elegy (And) with it I pass decree myself released: Haste my spirit flees.