The killing time is the final bout. Life slowly decays from the depths of down below. Powerful rotting ways. Corpses laid out on the ground, form a perfect line. Rotten is the deadly birth.
Strength turns to fear.
Certain for the end result, life's breath draws near. A falling victim to decay. Infection sets the pace, rising from your loneliness, and the human race. The End Complete You will soon come with me to die and find that death is not the end. Who I say, who will, who won't be freed.