Festering Where Dwellers Smile

Festering below zero.
Remove another not to feel you.
Conquering is key to prosper.
In your dreams you never prosper.
Dwelling in recesses left unoccupied.
What brings you forth is wanton lies.
Of disaster tasting of burned flesh.
Upon this altar you refuse to confess.
Disease rises from these tombs.
Where angels sing of certain doom.
Smiles so wide they could swallow systems.
Yet the wealthy will never listen.
And just like them you are a part.
Departed of sense as well as heart.
Punctured like a zit with a sword.
Turned your saviour into a ruined fraud.