Buried Monuments

I recognize a blueprint for madmen has been inked

Inked within the skin of myself

They've planted seeds and have been sewn into buried monuments

They're entombed doomsday vaults resembling monstrous coffins

A mind bending experimentation to reshape my everyday consumption

they can see through the cracks

To inject the soil in which I stand

It perverts that of which I bloom

Disease slumbers within the earth

Blooming gardens of slaughter