Better than suicide

This cancer eats the filth away Ran from slits so deep so dirty Fed the vile the children's bane Yes this pestilence this lovers dream The flesh this plague assimilates The end of all: this slate wiped clean Eclipsing devotion with shallow disguise They prey on the fruit of the one they despise Better than suicide Disorder guilds the human filth Wrecked from fair perversity The wicked frails at touch the ill The children frisk in killing fields Dark rivers of corrosion flow And meet the shores of throes un-healed