Dies irae

Thou beasts
Shiver with the revelation
Of our angry plot
No more will we tolerate
Prepare to feel our wrath
Prostrate at our superiority
Or the sword of vengeance
Will fall upon your head
Evolution or Death

No place for the futile,
We will built our throne
With your shattered skulls
Transcendence or exile,
Through physical annihilation
Stop being just a beast
Change or die, die, DIE!!!
Blood, Flesh, Bone
But no soul, no mind!
Your nothing-But an irrational beast
Crawling - While we stand
Recovering - our throne
We see your fall
We rise from the shadows
With a declaration of war
I cant stand your hypocrisy
Cant you realize you are a mind?
With the iron fist of tyranny
Humanity shall regain its pride