A word of warning. I’ll be posting horror all week.
Reader discretion is advised.
If you’re still here, welcome to Halloween Week!
The rotten seed in man’s darkest age
Sprouted to fruition through jealousy and rage
An insatiable parasite of immaculate conception
Mano-Kra, the untouchable rose long before deception
Dwelling in the depths of each mortal soul
As life’s ragged teeth slowly take their toll
The membrane weak, tears with a stolen breath
There Mano-Kra lingers in the fragrance of death
His host, his home, merely an incubating cage
Bathed in the sin of the internal war we wage
There is no escape, he devours the dying soul
The vile Mano-Kra takes form in the festering hole
If ever I’m freed and the evil shroud should lift
Please cast my remains into yonder rift
For as the inevitable rise precedes the fall
The monster Mano-Kra comes for us all