Woodmaker
by Gehenna· from The War Of The Sons Of Light & Suns Of Darkness
Cut, skin it alive soak and permeate bend and warp the natural
state your twisted piece is now shaped our multi-national corporation creator
develops us into the perfect state to rest his godlike presence upon us his
tortured and captive slave breakdown resistance wash it away we are bound and
beautified with his stain we are now what he was to make for his comfort we
obey forging us to be his support to take the weight bending us to succumb to his will
we will obey