The Mortal's Harvest - A Loathing Requiem

Pure evil and tragedy

Harvested by the mortal man

At the brink of extinction

With fragile minds and broken spirits

Dissolve at the helm of dissension

A rippling misfortune

We are nothing more than shadows and dust

Captive in the shackles

Of flesh and blood

They may repent, nevertheless

The prevalence of life must now recess

Something in the back of the mind

Calling forward

Bleed the leeches of consumption dry

Crush the vermin or they will saturate

Infesting the celestial orb to absorb the resource

Permeate

We are a hideous bane

Universal pariah

Population termination

Unleash pestilence

Cleanse the mistake

There will be inevitable ramifications

Cravings for the human conception

Indulging in lunacy

Guided by a mortal’s consumption

Comfort as sloth and greed entwine