Wake Up And Smell The Corpses

Visions from yesterdays
 have materialized in the first corridor
 Disease greets us from the vacuum
 and the rats are floating in the holy waters
 Run for your death
 and sleep for your survival
 The holy synthetics
 Vague! Levitation! Recollection!
 The glaring alarm of the
 orange midnights
 Putrid green poison seeping
 through the cracks
 end of the hallway is a
 decaying white light
 Drink up the extinction spirits
 and clench your weapon
 Sell me nothing and empty your
 pockets
 Hands behind your back
 and lead me to the arsenal
 Psychick battalions will disperse
 to the north
 Southern grips and swamps
 have exchanged retinas
 This is an ode to where I come from
 Location is everything in purgatory
 "That smell, can't you smell that smell"