Total Gore

Time to raise a simple question.

Do you want to die?

But not before you've outlived the lives

Of everyone you know

And everything you've held close to that blackened heart

Or have your loved ones look on

As you succumb to total gore

Your muscle, your skin

Your innards nothing is wasted but the minutes, the hours, the days you could have suffered.

Straight to the harvest floor you go now

Straight to the killing ground you go to die

Straight to the brain thoughts of remorse surge

Straight to the gut, panic-struck, you are fucked.

Do you want total gore?

Do you want total gore?

Do you want total gore?

You got it.

Acupunctured face with the blades of a rake

Skinned alive, hung on the line to dry

Sinew and fatty tissue for soup stock

Bones collected for future fertilizer.

Oh you thought you were on top of the food chain but you're not

Humans make so many mistakes, defecate when we procreate

Shit-birthed onto innocent earth. Lived to conquer, now you serve

Revenge sparks regret in man, your blood on our hands.

In our revenge we reduce you to a bloody stump.

Maybe we'll mail all your parts back to your family.

With a note written in your blood "It was your fault".

This is terrorism. This is vengeance. This is humanity in its most basic form.

The vengeful conquer, the greedy now serve

Now you get what you want, what you desire:

Total Gore.