HUNTER//KILLER from II by Godzilla Takes New York

Breathing years of turmoil
Into moments of discomfort
It seems a small price to pay
I see no love, I see no mercy
I see an engine where you lay

I’ll turn you inside out
On your bile you will drown
Muscle splits away from bone
A rotting brain the worms call home
Mortification of the meaningless self
As an instrument of death, I hold no guilt

Deathless but deadly

Free the servant from the skin
Spare the future from your sin
Split the spirit from the husk
Free the planet from its dusk

I am not burdened by the castaway guilt of emotion
I am built for purpose, and for that purpose I will serve
May the bodies pile, a trail of the dead
Toss a message to the wind
The sand will cease to fall

The time has come for history to correct itself
For too long has humanity pissed carelessness into a hurricane

This is the sickness
Death is the cure

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