#1
Okay so I was trying to put this together into either a song or poem, and this is as far as I've gotten. What do you think so far?

[verse 1]
We’re the blemishes on the face of the earth
We’d sell it all for all its worth
We thrive like maggots on its girth
And sour the womb by giving birth
Filthy hands pocket the dirt
The gold, the green, the black, it’s burnt
So wipe the blood off on your shirt
We’re a blameless part of this polluted purge

[Chorus]
We’re born with devil horns and breathing fire
We’re born on drugs that make us liars
We smoke the grass to get us higher
We’ll drink until the well is drier
CALIBRATE THE VIRUS


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#2
Metal... I like it. It sounds like a metal song, though. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Good job! Were you planning it as a metal song? I love the line about being born on drugs which make us liars or whatever. That's my favorite part.