Malignant - Pestilence

Rooted deeper than the subconsciousness

Lies an instinct so malignant

That one cannot grasp this infectious

Sickness, causing to feel indignant

Malignant

For it is diagnosed as being possessed

By the frightened one who cannot grasp

The false truth seen by the obsessed

Scared to acknowledge this genetic hex

Malignant

The heart and soul is so malignant

Eater of realities and make them none

Seeds older than time make pregnant

To disseminate the purest spawn, spawn

To surrender to the negative frequencies

Is to give your heart and soul to hate

No one can touch the mind mentally

See here the corpus and spiritus flesh made

Malignant

It’s pure and evil source

Deep imprinted in the soul

Takes you on full collision course

To disrupt and to overthrow