I am not a human being!
At least, that’s what I’ve been told
Raped and criticized
All for being bold
But it’s okay
I can deal with it all
You won’t be okay
When I poke holes in you all!
That four-tipped metal blade that you use to stab cooked cows with
I’ll use to stab you
I’ll create enlarged pores in you all and watch the blood drip
And I’ll laugh right in your face
I’m the fork murderer!
And my dishwasher clears up any trace of evidence!
Me and you
You and me
Me kill you
You die for me
Die by the fork! (criticizers)
FORK YOU!
Bones of victims collected
Marrow sucked out
Sharpened to a point
Sharper than knives
Ten pointed bones
Strapped to a Satan-possessed hand
Endless pain and torture
Bone claw pierces the flesh of its victims
No one dares stand in its way
Bone claw murders blindly
Doesn’t care who dies today
Slices open stomach
Intestines pour out
Snatches up entrails
Takes them to it’s lair
Feeds them to it’s master
Blood
Feast
Disaster
Every single little inch of flesh here is dead
Those who now roam the earth are…different
They lack the ability to think
Each one feels the others stink
THE ODOR OF DEATH
It is not apocalypse
It’s the dawn of a new era
An era where humans no longer are supreme
Those select few who survived the metamorphosis
Will want to reminisce
But all they’ll remember is the world in amiss
They cannot accept this opposite bliss
The infection continues to spread
Turning living flesh into undead
We hear no voices (only groans)
We see no smiles (only blank expressions)
We feel no comfort (only death)
We’ve no more human life…