Decayed, defiled
Til your last breath
Meant nothing in life
Even less in death
Creation's dawn
For I am thee
And thus destruction
For it must be
Inanimate shapes
Exist in pain
The life is gone
But a corpse remains
Max extraction
For you were groomed
A grotesque shape
To be consumed
Ripping, gnashing
Those enslaved
Each advent
More depraved
Flesh from bone
Skin from fat
Garden perverse
Hallowed habitat
Mastered beasts
Mastered machines
My inventions
I feed on screams
If one asks why
Because I can
Affront to nature
I'm a man
At war with life
I am god