Synthetic Grotesque - Pestilence

Creating like a god

With intentions not so pure

Misfigured and left to rot

Only leaving the strong to endure

The Suffering in this experiment of life

Consciousness pushed in on a genetic level

Intelligence, the disease, cuts like a knife

Inhuman greed releases a world of sin

Collapsing of the cells

Disintegrated, human failure

Disposal, fragmentated, multiple hells

It’s Grotesque

Synthetic Grotesque

Mutant beings now aborted

Still listed as being unborn

Fetus cursed now to be exmortem

Useless clone of life ripped and torn

No limbs, no head and no heart

Detaches anybody to feel any sorrow

Experiments and real are worlds apart

Death and life happens tomorrow

Collapsing of the cells

Disintegrated, human failure

Disposal, fragmentated, multiple hells

It’s Grotesque

Synthetic Grotesque