The lotus will rot

Are your insides
As clean as the out?
Are the secrets you hide
To shameful to live without?

The cancer you produce
Spills out of your mouth
Cut your stomach up
And see it all pour out

Rotted organs
Thriving on the flesh
Of babies
You consume

How does it feel
Knowing life
Refuses to let you produce
So you generate your own breed

One race of rotting flesh agony
Hiding in illusion
To hide mass confusion
The roots are all dying
On your withering tree

As you lay dying
By the hands of your gods
A cancer is spreading
Sprouting up through the sod

Your mouth is full
You should not talk
You make demons a fool
With your self righteous walk

Your teeth are rotting out
One by one
Your souls are melting out
One by one

Your cancer spreads
Through mention of your name
All the lives that have been shed
Form your frame

Up your throat
Full in your mouth
You are the cancer
That in your own throat will choke

The lotus rot
On your day of depart
How often they've been sought
Only bringing them to you,
Your own cancer infested heart,

Leaving them all

Choking on the dark