You, the fault of evolution
Vaginal prolapse of the Earth
Worship the cult of extinction
On which your existence depends
You – the metastases of cancer
Spreading disease of the world
That’s it – the decaying essence
Of life what you’ve begged for
But sheep exist to be butchered
Their time inexorably ends
Death now laughs at your suffering
Under the executor’s blades
And that’s it – the core of violence
I cum when spilling your guts
Cunt for carnage, Venus in latex
Goddess with half-rotten face
In a pale light of the morgues
I place that impaled exemplar
Your disfigured shame must be cursed
And I'll be watching you die
She’s not the one who died mutilated
And my collection still grows
Old bones lay here unburied
I remember even their cries
With foolish useless submission
Sheep sucked the decaying shit
With stupid slavish worship
Victims accept the defeat
You, the worm-eaten ashes
Forever dissolved for deprave
Rotting meat – with damnation
I spit on your stinking grave.