Cursed Be The Blessed

Awake into a dark

Horizon where our

Childrens' fingers

Drip in the blood

Of their creators.

We've been consumed

By our technology.

We now bring the life

Of death upon ourselves.

Crucified into a

Genetically altered

Way of life, our species

Will not survive.

We've kissed the cold

Palm of death for the

Satisfaction of our own.

The scent of the end

Fills our senses, for

Now the taste of the

Apocalypse rests

Upon our lips.

Spawned into a

Generation of disease to

Rot within the nonexistent

Enjoyment of life.

Now i will watch you burn

Within this revolution.

We've licked the forked

Tongues of the demons we

Created. i scream in silence

For salvation and bleed for

Hope of a brighter tomorrow,

But the sun no longer exists

Where man's technology is king.

I slit the wrist of this

Synthetic way of life and i

Pull the veil down over my eyes.

(i will savior the warm blood

As it spills upon my hands.)