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life 3 min read 414 views Nov 9, 2017

Society's Infiltration Through Maggot Infested Species

they live among us yet they are not of us

alone I sit in my room & stare at the wall

in the back of my mind I here my conscience call

telling me to reach out to society yet I know the time is running late

outside there is a storm brewing after we had been invaded

a peculiar species of maggot intent with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side

people in their crazed position run away and hide

amidst an onslaught of gross inhabitants among us

eyes with severed heads on some with features of wax kull bones exposed

there was no warning on that day yet they came in full force

as if exhibitors from outer space from the planet of the unknown

road kill was everywhere in the streets dead cows with heads bitten into

 

this was society's infiltration through maggot infested species at large

pools were used as safe havens cause the water acted as a deterant from the species

little by little people were being infected as if existing in portals of darkened deranged inhabitants

yet this was no accident cause it was once spoken by the prophets and preachers of men in like apparel

columns of putrifed bodies were no being lined in vast cemetaries

only the creatures attempted to eat each body after post mordem set in

crazed barbaric phantoms in their hauntingly dwelling among us with ashes for eyes

as we grasp for the logical persuasion from deep inside

screams of satanic laughter had infested each deafening ear with tears

 

people will running to and fro to each safe haven that was left

a creak on the door and the slime would penetrate through each ceiling and door way among those exposed to the elements

radio stations had explained of its phenominal ordeal stating we were at war with the species

the salvation of the planet came down to the wire and very few people were left

many people committed suicide when they thought there was no hope for them

yet there was a cure for this lost cause water we must spray water they hate this

so many took flight to backways and alley ways to fill up with water

when sprayed on the species it would quiver and then be no more

the time was right and they enemy in question took flight

although it took a beating but from us we were recieving once again our ultimate freedom

all was at peace.

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