The Convulse Meridian

Since aeons written down since ages held as law to be the line where man resides the border of infinity the convulse meridian as we slowly fall into oblivion where no memories remain we grasp for the unknowable the convulse meridian and then comes the end swallow hard and die there is no realm to flee to our end is final suck the sick and enter death no beauty in dying only pouring filth and foul breath death breathes upon your life every living day the convulse meridian and then comes the end no use in remembering no cenotaph no rusting cross just flesh turning sour just flesh that turns to pus the convulse meridian and then comes the end