We have sewn these seeds ourselves. We shall reap what we have sewn.
Whether or not you like it, this is what we have grown.
Metropolis breeds cancer. Defectors in the midst.
We have the knowledge to escape, that which feeds leviathan.
Destroyed is our home in the zone of upbringing,
Avoided at all costs, the lost we have become.
We hunt for the scent of the whored out remains,
The elders veracity, Into carnage we are born.
Godless shelter. Sweltering in this heat,
They call us the damned, packed in protuberant.
We die for the bodies that soon will generate,
Blue skies and growth. The green can now live.
Amplifying energies and synthesis. Become one with macrocosm.
From within as well as without! We are born on this earth.
Multiplying as chaos dies. Branches reaching beyond their bounds.
Destroying apathetic dwelling places. Into carnage we are born!
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