micro biotic level, they grow and overtake A human piece of waste, an experiment of decay God of the fly, release your seed of filth To grow and conquer
trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your beloved in that first and last virginal Summer When you entered this world of blood and belief And coupled under
I will smile in content at your passing in my malevolence With all resentment aside You are best where you've always belonged Under six feet of shit
