Lettuce Prey - Slugdge

Agrarian world bathed in blood from ages past

Fixated and strangulated

This twisted seed, a bastard breed

Sewn for surplus

Sustaining domination through extraction

A policy of scorched earth, imitating wilderness

In disgust we have judged the propagator of this disease

Life undone, a broken trust, they’ve made a desert and called it peace

Strangling hold, so called fields of gold

As far as the eyes can see

What you call life, I call blight, and it must end

For earth to breathe

Poisonous streams

Bathed in tears, cascade into an airless void

Faded and irradiated

Feed death machines, such boundless greed

Desalinated, a fool’s gambit

Their last defense is now removed

The slow march of death begins

This silence heralds the coming of their doom

Trapped in a spiral of supply and demand

Feeding new mouths to in time work this land

At the crack of the whip they will dance to the tune

Of the lies made by the madmen who extract and consume

Whose tombs are lined with their gold yet are buried in the sludge

Of a hewn and exploited world

Dark below where no light lies, shifting under iron hides

Final bastion of the deep, taken to extremes

Without the sun, they can endure, devourers of flame and stone

Mankind is weak;

susceptible