Black corruption

Yellow Disease, I beg thee.

Come to me, Lord of Plagues

I am your disciple.

I sit at your table of

maggot filled fruit

and watch as the meat sours.

My putrid lover

you stink of rot.

You are King of Flies and I,

Queen of Worms.

There is fear

and hunger, my lord.

Come,

preach me your prophecies

and I will spread

the word.