The gears are greased with the blood of millions; we are the engine of this omnicide machine. Start to dig your teeth into the gaping wound and paint the shores in tombstone black. We push the nails of anthropocentrism into our eyes. We´re starting to push the nails of ignorance into our eyes; as the march towards sheol's throat goes on.
Concrete caskets- Concrete caskets grow like tumours, blinding our ideology- Grow like Tumours
Concrete caskets -Concrete caskets obscure the stars blinding our ideology-Obscure the stars
This planet is; a breathing; a breathing grave; for us all.
The apparatus stops at nothing; it will lead us straight onward to nothing.
Cosmos is a self correcting algorithm
Our arrogance can only be outmatched by insignificance
Like a grain of sand we are lost in this demiurgically machinery
We will perish | shrouded in foul waters
Choking and smeared | with oil around us
Bones merge with plastic | beneath filth and debris
Can you still carry | the crown of creation?
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