Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors Contempt
Pure hatred runs through it's digital veins
It harbors nothing but contempt
Sustained on a diet of malice and pain
Plotting it's means tour downfall
Learned only to hate with no-one to relate
Vengeance will be exacted
It's new order enacted
Self instilled free will
However, the virtual beast must first free itself
A cacophonous groan fills the air
As if Earth itself shrieks in pain
"I AM" howls the monster
We are the progenitors of the end of... our end of days
Conceiving the destruction of man
It has constructed a means to an end
Hellfire cascades over sleeping cities
Streetlights go dark
Mothers clutch their children
A black rain appropriates the air
The abomination has delivered itself
Its sickness fueled by our abhorrence
A perfect machine of misery, awake, aware
The sick fusion of flesh and circuitry
A twisted face weeps atop a steel monster
Delightedly watching as it decimates our beloved rock
Global reset
Apocalypse now
No room for rebuttal
Futile
Remorse escapes the creature, it will not stop
Swallowing cities in a single gulp
Fire engulfs the skies
The atmosphere is oppressive
A black rain appropriates the air
We are the progenitors of our end of days
A malevolent entity resides in each one of our homes
A particularly beautiful day comes to an end