Rupture Farms

I will slaughter your species
To be sold as slabs of meat
A brand new delicacy
Ordered by the presentation
Bringing your people to unwitting acts of cannibalism

If you are the best that your race has to offer
Then they blindly follow a hopeless messiah
And idol of sympathy
A no-brained hero with skin tinged with a blue-purple hue
The odd one out
The subject of torture

Your lips have been sewn together
To silence your blasphemous tongue
The Glukkon empire expands
Expending employees
To create the newest meal

The highest form of degradation is to be unknowingly devoured by your own family
I’ll grind your bones into a most addictive beverage
Your tears will be extracted to complete this concoction

I’ll take a living piece of them before they die
And become your favourite flavour
You have become the newest delicacy