Thoughts Of A Primogenitor (The Madman Speaks)

My bloody path
Life is a battlefield
I was bred for this
Look at me, Ancient

Blood of thousands
Stained as to be tattooed
My palms slick with blood
Children, women, sick, the old

I care not for race
I care not for gender
I care not for creed
I care not for age

I level you all to the same
Cattle
Fear me
Terror

Anger
Hate
Fear
Loathing

Killing until the world ends
I shall end it all
End it in order to become a god
To a dead and barren world

Strip everything of life
Godhood, ascending
Another plane
Existence greater

This creature that I am
Created and spawned
Scientists cackle
My father was cattle!

It cannot be
I am a god
I am not weak
I shall show them

Kill the world to prove
I am a god
Kill the world to prove
I am not weak

I have killed
Again and again and again
In the name of the company
Killing the enemy

Death to the weak, pitiful species
It claims this place
It knows not
They are the ruled

Polluting my mother
Killing her slowly
They will die anyway
I hate them all!

You created me (Kill!)
You made me (Kill!)
You are my mother and father (Kill!)
Do you blame me for your death? (Kill!)

Self-loathing
Self-hating
Self-despise
Self-destructing

They come for me
I am ready
My true mother (Fake!)
My fake mother (True!)

Death comes easy
To those that stare in his eyes
Daily I do it
True death would be…