Atmosphere polluted by mutated spores
Concentrated in your liver
Sporadically growing
Buboes, hives, sores
Fester and weep
Limbs contorted and green
Boney tendril-like teeth
Erupt from your fingers
Scratch and score the earth as you stumble
Unable to recover your sense
Now replaced by a hunger
Gnawing pains like never before
From the vents
A scent so delicious and sweet
Behind the glass you see
Your former species
Now meat
Feast, feast, feast
Flesh, bone, and sinew
Mixed with debris
Crush, rind, tear
No longer human
Your life purpose renewed
Atmosphere polluted by mutate spores
Concentrated in your liver
Sporadically growing
Buboes, hives, sores
Fester and weep
Limbs contorted and green
Etched in blood on the wall
Experiment 503 successful
Man made God