Rot seeps from mouth to hand, fingertip to ground
Soaks into the grass, in view of nought but pylons
The mass collects charred blood in its wake, and the scorching sickness spreads
Coursing into the gutter and through the veins of the city, a charred visage remains
A building is on fire, scorched concrete peels and cracks fall away
And the interior is singed further
All amassing into a compound of smelted cars and rocks
The amorphous mass continues, so the mass collects
The sludge is now the size of a small town
It has cleared through a city of three miles of waste lying behind it
The mass collects
Fields are destroyed and left barren, nothing will grow there for centuries
The mass collects
The word is spread and panic starts, and there is nothing to be done
The mass collects
The sludge doesn't slow, doesn't falter, no hesitation, it never stops
The mass collects
The mass collects
The mass collects
The mass collects
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Rot seeps from mouth to hand, fingertip to ground
Soaks into the grass, in view of nought but pylons
The mass collects charred blood in its wake, and the scorching sickness spreads
Coursing into the gutter and through the veins of the city, a charred visage remains
A building is on fire, scorched concrete peels and cracks fall away
And the interior is singed further
All amassing into a compound of smelted cars and rocks
The amorphous mass continues, so the mass collects
The sludge is now the size of a small town
It has cleared through a city of three miles of waste lying behind it
The mass collects
Fields are destroyed and left barren, nothing will grow there for centuries
The mass collects
The word is spread and panic starts, and there is nothing to be done
The mass collects
The sludge doesn't slow, doesn't falter, no hesitation, it never stops
The mass collects
The mass collects
The mass collects
The mass collects
Soaks into the grass, in view of nought but pylons
The mass collects charred blood in its wake, and the scorching sickness spreads
Coursing into the gutter and through the veins of the city, a charred visage remains
A building is on fire, scorched concrete peels and cracks fall away
And the interior is singed further
All amassing into a compound of smelted cars and rocks
The amorphous mass continues, so the mass collects
The sludge is now the size of a small town
It has cleared through a city of three miles of waste lying behind it
The mass collects
Fields are destroyed and left barren, nothing will grow there for centuries
The mass collects
The word is spread and panic starts, and there is nothing to be done
The mass collects
The sludge doesn't slow, doesn't falter, no hesitation, it never stops
The mass collects
The mass collects
The mass collects
The mass collects
Writer: Jacob Scott
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