The Mower

Hell brawl, a landscape of the bones Still filled with no remorse Such pickings for the crow Who dances on a throne? The mower Let perish be the word The culling of the herd And end is what we seek Suspended disbelief Abominations grief The sea of evolution Our world of destitution No light, no air, no light, no air, no exit Excruciating pain Demoralized again The wrecking has begun The sickening undone No air, no light, no air, no light, no exit For withess had its way Death sentence comes today So struggle at the brink It's time to be extinct Upon a broken back Hear every bone go crack A gutless withered flesh Led forward on its leash Flat line in the abyss Where nightmares reminisce No air, no light, no exit No air, no light, no exit The confrontations rest No air no light no exit Flat line in the abyss No air, no light, no exit

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025