In His Own Image - Alustrium

Four point six billion years

Crafting, shaping, molding

The final inheritors of God’s land poised to bring it to an end

The extinct and the living and all to come bow in the wake of the new gods

With a hunger billions strong they spread out and conquer

And no other species is safe

The prophecy comes true, made in God’s image

The perfect race perfected at last

The planet now is doomed

As they feed, expand, and they wreck

Lets celebrate because evolution has worked

The final form has come to be

Fill the lands from end to end

Kill everything and drain the sea

Plague runs rampant through populations but constantly defeated by their science

The heavens send disasters, viruses and cancer

But no amount of rain could douse this fire

The blinded masses wonder of the apocalypse

But they do not realize their power end

Without regard for natural cycles or gradual depletion we’re bleeding the

Planet dry

Plague runs rampant through populations but constantly defeated by their science

The heavens send disasters viruses and cancer

But no amount of rain could douse this fire

Lets celebrate because evolution has worked

The final form has come to be

Fill the lands from end to end

Kill everything and drain the sea

A culmination of liars and cut throats rule the world as masses of morons grow

fat and tired

Without regard for natural cycles or gradual depletion we’re bleeding the

planet dry

Bear upon your back responsibility for this devastation

Created in your image?

A little too well, too precise

Survival of the fittest is no more

Only the fit are alive

Witness perfection, masters of famine, pestilence and science

Go forth my sons

Put this world out of its misery

Tear it down

Wear down the mountains and build up the valleys

Push your boundaries further and further and further;

end to end

Then build up

Grow tall and expand into heaven

Dominate that too

Strip it all away

Leave it bare

Leave this world hollow

Expand and then do it again