Incorruptible

One Year Below the Ground
Where worms convene for a banquet grim
In shadows deep where silence reigns
The rot of sin, a forgotten hymn
Yet my form remains untouched by chains

Two Years in the Casket
Not a blemish mars my sanctified skin
A harvest of incorruptible grace displayed
While maggots feast on mortal sin
I slumber in the void, by divine hand arrayed

Three Years Weaken the Walls
As decay corrodes the fortress of flesh
The soil’s embrace turns all to dust
Yet my spirit, unyielding in death’s thresh
Resounds with holy hope and trust

Four Years, the Crucifixion's Echo
Within the crypt, like Christ under the tree
I bear the scars of a resurrection yet foretold
Amidst decay, a silent liturgy
A dark promise of purity from corruption's hold

Five Years Beneath the Sepulchre
While all around the world succumbs to blight
In the still earth my form remains divine
An incorruptible relic in eternal night
A secret testament in the shadow of the vine

Six Years, the Angel’s Dirge
As rotting effigies rise in cursed parade
My essence endures, unsullied by time’s decree
Julian's symbols in stone and shadow are laid
Heralding a darkness with sanctified majesty

Seven Years and the Resurrection Veil
In the final hour beneath a weeping sky
All decay and ruin reveal their mortal guise
Yet I, ensconced in the earth, shall never die
Icon of incorruption where true salvation lies