Reaper

Howling for salvation from the heart of creation
We’re spreading like disease into the fields of carnations
Heaving corps
We claim this deviation for the shake of progression
Oh what a luscious perversion
Killing, feeding, beating, breeding
Furry leather whipping
It’s a social obsession
Days of arrogation
It’s a human narration
A species of fools
No shame for the mutation
No blame for desolations
Just a cruel condemnation
No need for cerebration
No deeds of lamentation
Such a morbid sensation
Help
I see you watching all through the crack
I see you coming colored in black
I see you coming covered in blood