The Plague - The Engineer

Development of a systematic assemblance of souls is brought to us by the genius in which I possess

I construct the very thoughts that run throughout my sibling's minds they are just merely tools at my disposal

As time slips away I remain within my workshop designing and creating new horrific ways

To gather a life source from these worthless beings and have them serve in a form of energy for a greater purpose

Disassembled reassembled into an infinite amount of possible ways

The extent of my imagination is unrivaled

The revolutions of my blender's blades will make a fine liquefied human product

Just as this torch of my flame will bound unseared pieces of human trash

Many ideas left untested no worries I have an unlimited amount of test subjects

I'm left here in my workshop to stay by myself and souls to slay a vast majority of my accomplishments go unseen and kept caged

None of my siblings rival me they have no sense of my wonderful achievements that I have created to appease our almighty father

Dead to our world, my genius is confidence in their worthiness depletes itself from my reservoir as they show their weaknesses

As pathetic as this is I still continue to work away at solving of all of the mysteries of how these human souls can fuel our machines

Divinity of our species is very well on the brink of dissipation

It's up to me to resolve this by creating a masterpiece that will render my siblings insufficient

Exoneration an appropriate measure to be set in place

No discussion of the matter I can set forth the motion of the operation single-handedly

Cumbersome are their methods that I have not approved

Efficiency is always key they have no need but it matters to me

Non-adherence to the schematics will not be tolerated by myself or father! So I will rapidly continue to work away in my workshop

Day by day working to create the end of days seconds can't measure my movements chemicals minerals and elements

I will find use for you