Blood is on all our hands
Disgusting insolent creatures, eviscerate them all
Entrails will fill the empty river beds by the light of the moon
This is the disgust I feel towards the world I was born into
We are all insolent creatures
The meek have inherited the earth
No longer reliant on the face of survival
Parasitic reality taking advantage of a dying planet
Born into insolence we are born
Into ignorance we are born
Behold the sixth extinction