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 won't 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 breeding ground
 Larvae infested
 Truly detested
 Orally ingested
 Partly digested
 Plague seed