Impetigo Chapter I The Spreading

infantile disease

contagious infection

grows up till your death

will ruin your life


feel the shame of impetigo

feel the shape of the yellow scabs

feel the hate of impetigo

you will die and it’s pretty gore, you will die.


Pus sliding along your face

Juicy honey spattering around you

Swallow whole, it grows inside

On your tongue is spreading your death


Vomit all impetigo is gutting your unrecognisable corpse

In your eyes crying I see terror and irreversible death

You will die drowned in your vomit…


Crusty honey hide the pus

Crusty honey hide your face

Impetigo waste your life

Impetigo makes you die



Your face becomes a bee’s nest

Destroying all your business

Contaminated insects

The spreading of the scourge...