Postmortem

Possession of flesh and spirit

Postmortem
Ancient aligment of stars and planets
Chosed this fate for this weak creature
Doommed to carry a black seed
Host to the worst parasite

Now its time to eclode
Now its time to spawn

Germinating inside the body
A ectoplasm takes form
Feasting on weakness of flesh
Carving a hole on the soul

Convulsions of the deformed ego
Voices tormenting inside

Evil dream turn to reality
The dreadful soul takes its form
Tearing the flesh, its only a shell

Evil spirit overpowering this casket
Dreadfull demon controling the body

Spirit possession
Soul brutality
Flesh aggression
Moral depravity

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