Testo Futility

Set motion to our further descent into futility
Sow the seed giving birth
To uncontrollable violence
Sound the horn marking end of eras

No man responsible
For this suffering
Shaped by no god Nor touched by sentience

Inhaled to never emerge
The abyss forever deepening
The descent seems endless
To its swallowed victims

Subordination, livestock to the slaughter
Subservience, needless suffering
Descend, falling forever
Inhaled, to never emerge