I'm the grim reaper
trenching on this earth
to those I hate,
I give death.
To what I love,
I give birth.
I am a lost cause.
I am no one now.
So let me grab your soul
by the neck,
and tear it all
the way down.

I am the root,
I plant the seeds,
I squeeze the blood
I build my deeds
I have the rags,
I am the flesh,
the innards are raw
the meat is fresh.
I till, and till,
the waters still
the air is nil
I start to drill
and fill the fields
with all I feel.

Your death is fake,
but the pain is real.

I reap with Saturn,
I sow with steel.

Your misery
is my favorite meal
I love the taste
the human zeal
they taste like krill
I love to ****
my *** appeal
rolling down hills
cause' I look like

dead bodies
falling high,
out of hell,
into the skies
onto my land,
of sorrow
and woe,
I love my ***
I can burrow more,
to bury the saints
and save the ******.