We long for desolation
below the surface
always waiting
all the wonders you can't see
whatever is our purpose
whatever you pretend to be
this will end in misery
All the limp catastrophes
your limbs strung in bonemade trees
The children of destruction wait
at the bottom of the well
And they sing so joyfully
chittering at death's ecstasy
Eternally.
Rot-faced fate smiling at you
as you walk down the stairs
no freedom will be waiting there
but our very own.
A purge of quantities unknown.
Come see the world through these eyes
feral and vacant
swim down the river of refuse
a deluge flowing into a cesspool
the pride of our kind
spawning from the wreckage
we shall inherit all.
Abandon all false idols.
The final saviors have returned.
Ruin, our gods are ruin.
The wretched crevices
spilling out verminous tides
the everlasting doom
our fate's finally aligned.
Clawing through the sockets
of futures unwritten
compulsive procreation
infesting the foolish purveyors
of this dying civilizatiom
The killing of all that ever was
Gnawing at the roots
til the foundation fucking rots
The children of rats
The last begotten ones
Feasting on your trite remains
A species so untamed
Unburdened by your weakness
And foolish morality
The children of rats
The last begotten ones
The children of rats
Visions of purest dread
We were among you before you could walk
and we'll be there when all extermination has been
wrought.