I wish I could be blind to the evils of this world 
But one cannot unlearn the truth 
One cannot erase the accounts of the damned 
The tales of corrupted youth 
These images are burned into my brain 
Of the sick, the dark, and depraved 
When the time comes to claim the dead 
Not a single soul will be saved 
You each have played your part in this 
Piece by piece, you wore her away 
She is no longer a loving mother 
We inhabit a cold shell 
A rotten carcass 
Maggots squirm and eat away 
At what remains of a formerly fruitful harvest 
Her hair, no longer vibrant and soft 
Now dry and knotted and weak 
Her skin, now as pale as the moon 
Whose tears roll down her cheek 
You have caused this tragedy 
This untimely end of a beautiful life 
Undeserving swine 
You wretched race 
You murderous heathens of malice and spite 
A clean slate will restore her beauty 
A lifeless world is a world of worth 
A clean slate will restore her beauty 
A lifeless world is a world of worth 
I am the pale horse, and he who rode upon it 
I am the plague that will cleanse the earth