A prophecy
Illustration of humanity's demise
Written with septic ink on a
Scroll of human skin
It infects
Murky pus emanates from every pore
Rejecting every antidote
Spreading like the plague it is
So pestilent we cannot be saved
Like lifeless drones we trudge
The story of a species turned to sludge
Scum of the Earth
Toxic ideologies
Permeate the culture to indoctrinate our youth
They spin a caustic tale of
Corruption, oppression, humanity denied
Filled with hatred
They weaponize the masses to eliminate their kin
The toxic tribes, fecal hordes, will set the world on fire
To annihilate the enemy, then blame it on the dead
So pestilent we cannot be saved
Like lifeless drones we trudge
The story of a species turned to sludge
My being is stripped down to its bones, impoverished and scarred
Bleeding for a false god
Bodies strewn across the pavement in the name of humanity
Dying for a false god
Let wallow in filth all who walk this earth
For existence is pain
Let wallow in filth all who walk this earth
For our past mistakes
So pestilent we cannot be saved
Or preserved, or salvaged
Nihilists purged from the physical world
Into the sewer of the soul
With every ounce of strength
They tear apart their fellow man
Pathological tribalism
An assurance of death for all at our own hand
Let the longest serpent in the pit be divided among the young and the weak
To nourish, to satiate
So they may live to sacrifice themselves one day
An ouroboros of martyrdom, an affront to the cruelty of life
Behold: The Coprophecy is nigh!
F*ck this flesh, f*ck this life
Leave my corpse for the flies
Scum of the Earth
So pestilent we cannot be saved
Like lifeless drones we trudge
The story of a species turned to sludge