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 [x2]
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!
Fuck this flesh, fuck this life Leave my corpse for the flies...
Scum of the earth
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