Worms

The worms, they write within her mind,

Mimic the pain of all mankind.

In all the pain she cannot scream,

Cannot wake from nightmare's dream.

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Pounding in head and blood from ears,

Dark's the night and deep's her fears.

The pain and terror take its toll,

On mind and body, even soul.

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Even as her will is being lost,

Her hand, it grasps a wooden cross.

In ragged voice she starts to pray,

That this writing demon God shall slay.

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But there is no word from Him above,

He's absent, gone is His son's love.

Left with this demon most reviled,

Mind and body both defiled.

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Still she prays and still she weeps,

Sweat and blood rob her of sleep.

Waits for coming of the dawn,

A sun to rise on world forlorn.

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But no salvation in the light.

Still remains the beast of night.

Faith depleted, mind now broken,

From God's child, no more prayers are spoken.

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And then, possession is concluded,

Child taken, who's no more deluded.

Inside her skull, behind her eyes,

A horde of worm-like creatures writhe.

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An espheni agent, see her rise,

Operating under fallen skies.

The faith of old's at last been shod,

The child has found a new god.