Omnicide

We’re a pathogen, a stain on God
Akin to lethal infection
Exist to feed, exist to breed
Designed despite introspection
Hear me, see me
The devil, he just longs to be me
Just minor echoes in the black abyss
Echoes that shouldn’t even exist

I fear them all, even the small
And their tendencies toward judgement
I’m frail and weak, afraid to speak
They find me repugnant
Hide me, divide me
Make sure that they never find me
And I’ll make sure they go down in flames
No one left to tarnish my name

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The elegance of omnicide
Is pure and justified
We should be cast aside
Then I won’t have to hide

Defined by greed, resigned to bleed
We are agents of pure destruction
Through cruelty and apathy
This is how we function
Soon now, somehow
We’ll delete ourselves
I’ll be proud
Because this is what we deserve
And not one of us should be preserved