Sitting high on the throne, holding dominion
Of the kingdom animalia
Screams the pauper, the upright walker
The mammalian life stalker
Drawing lines in the sand, making absurdist demands
Unable to understand life does not begin or end
By the hands of homo-sapiens
Something our mind cannot transcend
From our humanoid disease
To the genus species, human feces
Horror reflected on your face
My composition
A work of art
Dead are your dreams of prospering
For your fruition now turns to rot
To celebrate your soul's extortion
As I gloat in your misfortune
You brought this on yourself
Every human has a stake
Every bone will bend and break
And this world will go on without you
Every human's DNA
Strands of hate forever stay
And this world will go on without you
Every human's bed is made
Nightmares start when you awake
And this world will go on without you
Every human will forsake
Their own lives and their own fates
And this world will go on without you
We brought this all on ourselves
We'd be going to hell
If it existed outside this life
The hell we already earned
Where we perpetually burn
The life you didn't know you yearned
To the aether, you shall return
This time for real, it is your turn
Today, you're going to learn
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