Chicken Strips, Asparagus, and Shredded Hash Browns

Malice drips from the tongue,
onto the corpses of the trodden,
everything decays with time,
all-consuming flame devours the remains

tattered flesh hangs like used rags
oiled cadavers scattered to the corners
fumes of gasoline wet the air
I can taste it on my tongue

the odour delicious
sulfur dioxide
cast aside and forgotten
time elapse mind erased

we march on doom's hand
thick clouds of acrid smoke
boned fingers gripping tightly
around our hearts

pulling us deeper
into the warp
our own fists clutching at our swords
unaware of the twisted things that come our way

staring deep into onyx shaded eyes
marking our headstones
we walk unto death
reeking soldiers fallen

once full bodied
warm
loved
alive

now decayed muscle and bone
cold
alone
dead

capable only now of rotting
never forgiven for their crimes
lining the field like fixtures
no more noticed than a stone

Malice drips from the tongue,
onto the corpses of the trodden,
everything decays with time,
all-consuming flame devours the remains