For every life I take, an ecosystem I create Blood and guts consumes my life I am the ?brutal gardener? I - ?quantity controller? ?no more insane than
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For every life I take, an ecosystem I create Blood and guts consumes my life I am the "brutal gardener" I - "quantity controller" ...no more insane than
To the caldarium we retreat from these days of rape Wielding bounty of the harvest that starves this world of the essence that makes it worth living
I've stared in the eyes of my helpless casualties I've yet to experience any kind of "human" remorse... I stand on the harvest floor The place where
What is this hell? What have you done? Of all the things we've learned from ripping off this earth the quantities were met and indirectly led to death
Falling from grace forever damning the human race A parable amongst mortals, for we were damned from the start Mass creators of population, yet destroyers
Pain like you've never felt before Your face instantly grated and scraped along the sidewalk Chiseled up, filed down & a concrete crown I've got your
Destroyers in nature It's just the fabric of us, our mistakes -- feeble-minded Moderate -- to severe - idiocy The "most intelligent" creatures on the
Violently passive consumer -- vital statistic A gear in a machine spinning out of control and ever ready to explode The cemetery will carry on -- with
cellular goblets (cells) secreting mucus Gored out The flesh is ripened - ready to gorge Visceral contents empty on the floor Like a fine wine the organs