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Tendrils of oily blackness extend
From our manicured fingertips
And while we can bleach away the colour
We can never wash the blood from our hands.

Forcing our instruments inside of her
Digging out her guts, crafting them
Into the means for the continuance
Of this violation of the Earth.

We drain her blood and burn it off
Choking her with the black soot
That we spew from our ghastly machines
And we leave behind the burnt husk
Of the world that once loved us.

Severing the intricate ties that
Once bound us all to the wyrd
In a time when we were more aware
Of the consequences of our folly.

We have lost the way of the beast
And have found the path of the monster.

Our spite has molded us into an abomination
A twisted, decrepit shadow of ourselves
Our compassion turned to cruelty
By the poisonous delusion of supremacy.

We sought to bathe in the blood of our enemies
But we find ourselves drowning in it
We have set aflame the fire that which
In time, will burn our souls in the bowels
Of the most deserved and blackest Hell.