Immortal Fluids

Smell the stench from the rotting cadavers
Sever the flesh that drips from the bones
Drowning in a cesspool of distrust
Your carcass deteorates from the fluids
The immortal souls who betrayed their gods
Thrive on the flow of the flesh and the blood
for this becomes protein to fuel their dying souls
The souls regain strength and power

Victims lie helpless and aimless,
Waiting to be submerged
To fuel the dying