With Empyema

I DUG A PASSAGE BENEATH YOUR FOOTPRINTS TO DRAG YOUR IMAGE TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH THERE WAS A MESSAGE THAT STILL HAD MEANING CARVED ON THE ENTRY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH STAGNANT DEPOSITS OF LOVING-KINDNESS ONTO THE VAST DISEASE OF G-D’S FORGETFULNESS WE DRILLED A TUNNEL INTO THE RIBCAGE TO DRAW ITS CONTENTS FROM THE RIND AND LEAVE FOR GOOD AT THE CENTER OF THE EARTH MOVEMENT DETECTION WITHIN THE CONSTRUCT INSTALLED FOR NO ONE WHO EXISTS OUTSIDE OUR HOME I SAW AN EXIT MY NAME IN NEON THEY URGED AGAINST IT I WENT THROUGH IT ANYWAY I TASTED DEADNESS BATHED IN MY VOMIT LOOKED AT REFLECTIONS THAT ARE FOREIGN TO ME STILL VACUUM FOR SPUTUM LIFE SENTENCE FALSEHOOD THERE’S NOT A FUCKING THING THAT YOU CAN TELL ME NOW AT THE CENTER OF THE EARTH