Thou must remember the blackest death
That begeteth from the cryptic source,
And made to dust in due course,
every life upon which it hath itself set .
Thou must remember the pale fever,
the angle who dealt,
with the angle of death.
Leaving life no prospect to lever.
Thou must know the death from Blood and seed,
whose victim helplessly standeth to perish.
His body when performs tasks of flourish,
In fact, pollutes the whole of his breed.

I AM that contagion,
that is the harbinger of the disease.
Once I infect, I germinate to seize
the life-blood of the whole an existence.
I AM the breeder,
who breedeth in the flesh and bones.
Giving birth as I eateth through the prone
protector of the mortal demeanor.
It is merely an instinct,
To plague where I flourish,
to be a parasite, and also punish,
my humble abode, my precinct.
I have but not guilt,
no remorse, no reason.,
though, what I commit is blasphemous treason.
I evolved to be as I dwell.

By Aurangzeb PARACHA