Requiem For Oceti

Oh you pitiful wretched of Humanity.

I weep for you through snarled lips,

The amount of my disdain evident in my soliloquy.

That you would go so far to suit your comforts,

While the very giver of life you wantonly besmirch,

Sickens me to the very depths of my soul.

Would that these words could reach you,

In that sickly purgatory where you live,

Fear not; Bringer of Disease!

You will be coughed off the ground you stand,

Your cries will disintegrate to deaf ears,

As mother laughs and welcomes you back into her muscle.

REPENT, Ye Sinner, Ye Blasphemer of the Earth,

REPENT! For Your End Is F*****g Nigh!