Exitus.

One day, I will come to you.

I am the sprouting leviathan
They banish me with poison
Sprucing up my tearing flair
Tears which tear up my tearing tears.
But I titter. 
I fend my monster.
I make him bawl. 
Bawling, balding, bawler child.
And I conquer him.

Tomorrow 
His bed will be wooden
His sky will be log
His voice will be silent.
Cankers will vow to cancer 
Cancer cankers cankering reeking flesh.
Bawling no more, balding, tearing.
No one will ever bane me again
I will conquer him.

Today
An empty womb will bawl to bawling silence
And empty souls will reek with tearing skies.
Skies of log and venom, skies of cancer.
For he will breathe no more.
I have conquered him.

Such sprouting leviathan I am.

One day, you too will come to me.

Addah Monoceros.