Burrowed beneath the skin of the world White tendrils twist in coiled swirl A million mouths beneath your feet Feasting slow on the meat you secrete Sporecloud sacraments choke the dawn Apostles bloom from a rotting fawn Cyst-pocked caps in a ring of scum Hymns of the dirt-saint, sweet and numb He comes on the breath of decay! Veins like thread in a corpse buffet! Crawl, O Mycelium Messiah, Infect the gut, birth fungal fire! Sanctify my tongue with mold… Let my bowels burst spores uncontrolled… Consume me, root me, split me wide… Suckle death from the forest’s underside… Colonies bloom in my ruptured skull My thoughts replaced by fungal lull Mindless now, but fully fed A thrall to the network of the sacred dead He comes on the breath of decay! Veins like thread in a corpse buffet! Praise the putrid spore design, Let the rot script the holy sign! I walk on fruiting filth reborn A priest of pus, a god of sporn No flesh remains to lie or cry… Only the mycelium …and I.
