The Third Mutation

Warfare of a new grade
Our punishment for fighting back is ravaging disease
Twisting existence
Our only hope to cure is through experimenting
Loss of mind
The sacrifice to work this time
Prayer wont save your lives
Pus filled boils rupture
The Third Mutation
Prolapse, eject, expel
The Third Mutation
Punctured, rotten insides secrete
Malign discharge, living petri
Bloating bodies deform quickly
Stomach content, putrid bleeding
A slow in outbreak garners victory
Obscured by regression, virulence awaits
Sufferers of the disease explode suddenly
Brought on by perforation of their hardened skin
Bile, feces, a swarm of flies splatter all around
Vile, nauseous, dissolving flesh their new breed ground
Larvae infested
Truly detested
Orally ingested
Partly digested
Plague seed