Children Of The Swamp

They were born on the feast of the weakThey revealed the repulsion of thingsThey were spread like a deadly diseaseThey corrupted the chambers withinIt was foretold, it was imminentthat tragic deaths would be held for themThey were the children of the swampTheir sickness would be ceasedThey had no place to runTheir resources had been sealedThey were trapped in the fields of deceitThey were fooled by a marvelous treatThey were slaughtered with bestial conceitTheir cadavers were burnt underneathSane existence, sane collapseIt was foretold, it was imminentthat tragic deaths would be held for themThey were the children of the swampTheir sickness would be ceasedThey had no place to runTheir resources had been sealedSane existence, sane collapseTheir remembrance has witheredTheir extinction was not mourned