The Palpable Leprosy Of Pollution

I will re-write history. They say the pen is mightier than the sword;

and with a pen I’ll restructure the formation of religion to re-wire

their minds to a subservient system. With the scriptures revised to

hypnotize I will unite the forsaken after civilization falls to its

knees and begs for my mercy. I extend my bloody hands and I feed them

promises of hope and change. With a fake smile I lie to their faces.

This marks the new age of despair and desperation. I will make them

worship me as the God I am. This world is mine for the taking. Within

desperation the shattered pieces unite under me - their new God and

master. My locusts feed from the inside out; I now go by ‘Thy

Devourer’. Within my chaos lies their obedience. Chaos turns to order.

A conquered world awaits their conquered God. He is losing their

prayers as their children slowly die away. Mutilated; perforated. The

decimation of creation is the only way to destroy their creator: I

will destroy their creator.