Human Disease

Like a virus to a wound
 I can feel this world
 Pulse and heave
 Begging for mercy with its soft frail voice
 Millennia have passed, and so shall its life
 A collection of contagion, war and disease
 The earth rots from within
 Like a cancer, it sickens me
 I am drawn to its death rattle
 A final lullaby
 To exterminate, take all their pathetic lives
 I must liberate this disease
 I will tend to these wounds
 I will swallow it whole
 Take control
 I will swallow it whole
 Purify this world
 For eons I've watched them grow
 So distinct, so depraved
 They know not what they do
 To offer my blessing
 To put them down
 I will
 I will bestow my gift upon this world
 I will
 I will show them the darkness that permeates all light
 They will know my suffering
 I will erase this human disease
 They will feel my hand
 As I deliver them unto death
 Unto death
 Erasus morbus humanitas
 Erasus morbus humanitas
 I will litter the world with the flesh of the weak
 Even the dead shall know my name
 The heavens shall watch as the world decays
 The oceans and land are set ablaze
 A colossal extinction
 The end of all life
 I will make this world my own
 I will make this world my own
 Swift is the hand that brings forth damnation
 Slow is the bitter release from pain
 From agony, born a timeless beauty
 I will make this world my own
 I will make this world my own