The words of The Withering Corpse

Blind ignorance
Mournful place in life
spiritual Incarceration
Gorgeous entropy

Fall down
Set back in your seat. yes. sit down.
now rest your head on the barrel
God has said No
You're too spiteful
Too Paranoid
Too ungrateful

I am sick because
I Miss the way she would.....
Ungrateful
Undeserving

Blessed are those who grin through bloody gums
through the funeral ash and the
grisly traces of The Devil upon their flesh
Blessed we are...
Nothing else
we are
Tired
I am
Tired