Count fetishes like sheep
Numbered fingers pruned
Too much time in the dead pool
Life is so disgusting at times
Queens lick salt from the pillar
Fertilize cybernetic embryos
Soon to create sentient disease
All the kings want is catharsis
Instead they breed more chaos
Then hide when our planet eats itself
Accidental starvation, tattered resources
See what your thoughtless impulse entails
The world exterminated for a quick orgasm
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