Time to raise a simple question. Do you want to die? But not before you've outlived the lives Of everyone you know And everything you've held close to that blackened heart Or have your loved ones look on As you succumb to total gore Your muscle, your skin Your innards nothing is wasted but the minutes, the hours, the days you could have suffered. Straight to the harvest floor you go now Straight to the k**ing ground you go to die Straight to the brain thoughts of remorse surge Straight to the gut, panic-struck, you are f**ed. Do you want total gore? Do you want total gore? Do you want total gore? You got it. Acupunctured face with the blades of a rake Skinned alive, hung on the line to dry Sinew and fatty tissue for soup stock Bones collected for future fertilizer. Oh you thought you were on top of the food chain but you're not Humans make so many mistakes, defecate when we procreate sh**-birthed onto innocent earth. Lived to conquer, now you serve Revenge sparks regret in man, your blood on our hands. In our revenge we reduce you to a bloody stump. Maybe we'll mail all your parts back to your family. With a note written in your blood "It was your fault". This is terrorism. This is vengeance. This is humanity in its most basic form. The vengeful conquer, the greedy now serve Now you get what you want, what you desire: Total gore