Suffering will rupture mankind
The weight of the world is on the shoulders of conception
The prophecy has begun
Passed down from father to son

The end of the world is upon us
Mankind will be lost

Chaos will befall the world
All that is and ever was
Returns to the dust from whence it came

There will be no rising from the ashes
There will be no reprieve
No matter how much you believe in your cesspit of a promised land
This will not be your fate

The reign of your God is at an end
This is the reign of the conceived

The process of purification
Indiscriminate slaughter of a subspecies
Mercilessly erasing the very essence
Of their existence

There is no limit to my contempt

Through the eons they
Cripple their capacity for logic
Hindering their ability to evolve
And so reserve their place as the missing link

There will be no mercy
There will be no trace
There will be no end to the cleansing of the earth

There will be no end to the demise of all life
Of all life

Mankind will suffer, spawning legions of walking undead
Begging forgiveness
Repent, this is the end

Now pray as you suffocate in your man-made constraints

Beneath these tortured skies
Their mutilated bodies fertilize this newborn land

Pray to your God