Spasm

Piercing pain creates the blast 
Of gore, crap & crust 
Death is creeping in the veins, 
There's nothing that remains 

This useless shield 
Must be destroyed 
To grant access 
To the core 
To put the sickness in the gore 
Sick elements are mutilated 

Mutation bears 
The creatures of chaos, 
Hordes of the dead 
Which bring the pain 
That flows Inside 
The grand body 
Of the Universe. 

Death, as a great gift, comes from nothing 
To bind everything & cover all by universal pain. 
Death, the great gift.