What lost souls
They all must be
Upon that rock
Do they not see?
Each one of them
No more than dust
Than greed, than wrath
Than sin and lust
From nothingness
They were conceived
And by the void
They'll be received
Granted life
They beg for more
Show them peace
They offer war
Run and hide
Fear and fight
Hate and kill
Wrong what's right
Tantrum child
Throw your fit
Silly monkey
Fling your shit
Filthy rats
They f*** around
Vermin offspring
Plague this ground
Brainless sheep
Thoughtless hive
Zombie mind
Barely alive
Fill the skies
With poison plumes
Condemn their home
To toxic tombs
Drain the Mother's
Heart bereft
Spill her blood
'Til nothing's left
Watch their time
Die with their dreams
Then curse my name
With hopeless screams
So now my choice
Becoming clear
To save this Earth
To cleanse this sphere
Mountains burst
Oceans boil
Forests burn
To ashen soil
All will feel
My doomsday grips
All will know
Apocalypse
Return this world
To brighter days
Before they spawned
Their darker ways
End this species
Leave no trace
This same old rerun
Human race
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