Antimatter

Step through the gates to the unknown
You've been staring through the keyhole
Let us show you what's inside
The contortion of the modern man's mind
Your depravity is unceasing...
This world has become a womb for chaos
A breeding ground for the impure
Positioned as overseers of these lands
Yet you only sow the seeds of sorrow
Your misconception of your own entropy
Things are as they always were
From dust to bone, from bone to machine
From machine back to dust again
You encircle the earth, yet you overpopulate your race
Oh broken man
A design so far from your creator's plans
Woe to you, gardeners, seeking to control death's bloom