[Suzerain of Sheol]

Omnifarious

You have entered the plague of my presence.
Grovel at my weakness.
Weep at my mortality.
Kiss my leprous hand,
and make your pledge.
Say that you're my friend.
You are welcome here, truly,
this the court of my dissolution,
halls of the downcast, the overthrown,
housing only the seat of my abjection,
my rotting throne.
At least I'm not alone.