Scourge of our time, meticulous god
fractured religion, born only to hate
excoriate, with sharpened claws
the skin of extinction, a futile fate

Massive abrasions encrypted in flesh
Passive spectators denying the vice
Cradle of chaos, in anguish depraved
reeking of avarice, assembly of lice

Malicious in nature and frenzied by need
capricious swarm, fueled only by lust
paralysis of conscience, freedom rejected
serving no purpose and biting the dust