Primal Command

By Sallow Moth

On Deathspore

Released on March 13, 2018

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The skull brittle with traces of man's touch

Imprints of pain inflicted due to failure

An experiment gone wrong, but it is wrong from the beginning

Eye sockets, long bereft of their contents

Leading to the cavernous recesses behind

Teeth, broken from struggle and forced jawing

Blood in an accompanying vial, trophy of pride at its worst

Blood Moon showing itself

Your slumber spells your fate

Like your plunders each day

Skull reanimating with vengeance

Neck, soon plunged by dead teeth

Brains ooze from every orifice

No longer needed, body surrenders

The animal reanimate usurps your body

Dying, withering, man-made monster

Living, breathing, animal-made master