Putrevore - The Rotten Crawls On

A smudge in history we are
A speck of filth on the map of this soil
Crawling forwards to ensure our little reign
To claim our kingdoms

This putrid artefact called man
A breed that should not be
The little climbing and clawing primate
That has somehow clawed itself to the imagined top

Little do we know about the vastness of nothingness
The total annihilation of time and space
On the verge of the abyss we linger
Justs as maggots we slither

And the rotten crawls on
Seeking a kingdom to reign in spite
Of the futile rotting that we will slowly come to know