Effortless transformation

A flick of the tongue

A bent finger

Friction

*Snap*

Thy will be done

Within and without

Transformation complete

Don’t fight the master

Succumb to the heat

Boiling, baking,

Hell here on earth

Is that what you’re feeling?

No.

You feel great mirth.

We’re laughing inside you

Your insides without

Madness and sadness

Nothing and doubt

Nice knowing you pal

You got what you want

And fell into the shadow

Forever to haunt

What’s left of the world

You knew before

Decaying before you

Living no more.