A fucking slaughterhouse with bodies on the killing floor Sadistic blasphemy and
butchery; I am the harvest lord. Withered corpses, deprived of every dignity.
Emotionally destroyed; robbed of all extremities. In their final moments of life,
I will defile their gods. In assurance that when the final breath has passed their lips
They will walk alone among the damned in bleak eternity. I am alone in insane
paranoia of every person, Trapped like a dog in a cage. Lashed and starved Burying
bones in the dirt. May all that you love perish in agony. Enthroned in an infinite
darkness, And led to humanity's doom. Pulverizing your facial features to fucking
dust and paste My knuckles ripping through my skin in success of the cleansing.
I am alone among the enslaved and lobotomized. A king among empty shells of what
used to be. Sorting the waste in the sawmill, Sinew and entrails askew in the blades.
Leaving the waste for the vermin, Keeping prime cuts for my sons and my daughters.
Blood stains the autumn leaves of these acres My unknowing offspring gather for
the giving of thanks. I am the harvest lord. Now tell tales of my monstrosity. Scrawl
my unholiness upon every wall. Let Hell's tenants be chilled by my darkness And by
pure will, beckon Heaven's fall. From flesh to feed, you live on