Suicide Hymn III

To all of you Humans, you walking bags of filth,
Too long have you been nurtured on mothers rancid milk,
It's time to make a change, we all turn into Tilth,
Your cup has overflown so your mind will now be spilth.

Mindless droning sacks of flesh, blood, and water,
I urge 1/3rd of you to become selfless burning martyrs,
Imagine not having to worry about anything ever again,
Suicide is the only way, (it's not even a deadly sin).

...My brain is just a legion of demons, a perpetual torturing plain.
Each second in the industrial hell is driving me insane,
To make the world a better place you all must end your life,
So write out a note, take your knife, lock the door, kiss your wife.

Cut your wrist, hang from a rope, asphyxiate into a blur,
Do not miss, and always hope, resuscitation never occurs.