Invisible Dimension

He who is born of the pestilence
He who rides with the locust eye
He who feeds with the wretched jaws
Why do you still resist?

He who speaks with the filthy hand
He who blows out the vomit kiss
He who is of the unseen winds
Why do you still resist?

He who breathes pulsing particles
He who moves objects inanimate, like this wheel chair
He who is lord of the boiling land
Tell me, why do you still resist?

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