Oh my god the stench. Open sewers of the carcasses. Thousands of them floating. A hoard of flys. The beatles and worms covering everything in sight. The ground moves with millions of insects. They seem to move in every direction. They scatter and burn with my every step. I am energy. I consume the earth with my vapor. the maggots fly to me only to be repelled. I am shielded by the tar. I am the creator of pestilence and this my domain.
kaylee:
yummy