Antipathy for otiose flesh

Antipathy for otiose flesh
I laugh at their victory of nothingness
Purely pathetic and risible
I will spit on their graves

Oh such desire they all share, yet one common fault
Useless art and similar ends, never triumph at all
I am repulsed and livid, at such weak attempts
To attack, to destroy, my skill of aversion

So weak and worthless
As they suck the planet dry
Mortified to be human like them
I shall show them to their demise