World mother

A toy of the masses with no free will. On your knees and be grateful for the meal you are about to receive.

Eat up and remember your manners don't let a drop of his seed hit the floor you worthless fuck.

Pity.

Misery.

Loveing and compassionate world mother prepare yourself.

Used so that you will be the up most useful to us.

The sculpture of this new race is what you have become.

And as your tired and broken body looses all feeling we shall put it to good use. Nourishment for the young.

Torn limb from limb for our sake. Yes young ones don't let a single drop of her blood hit the ground.

We shall plant the skulls of the old ones st her grave when everything is said and done.

Mother of the final evolutionary step, we love you even in death.