Cosmogyral Miscarriage

Mankind claims to be the crown of creation,
Superior genesis equals alienation.
Just a casualty in infinite space,
And that lie is called the human grace.
Destroy where we come from.
Existence is built on pure monstrosity,
Annihilating all the beauty beneath dignity,
Exploiting the voiceless with wild growing greed.
There is not much blood left for this sphere to bleed.
Enslave what is left.
Just a lunacy at the edge of the universe,
And I’m the chosen, I’m mankind’s curse.
I’ll free the patient from its contagion:
Cosmogyral, miscarriage population.
We‘re nothing but obsolete,
But we act like the best.