Morbid Curiosity Evidentlyfresh

I’ve come to see the difference
In paths that I could take
I wanna see the havoc
That my childish hands can make

I’ve heard of beings that I
Can only hope are fake
A personality of
Death
Destruction
And decay

A being made of
Pure hatred
Led to water, yet
It won’t drink

Who’s to blame them
For their outcome?
Would you judge
The ground you stand on?

What was the purpose
Of this nasty thing?
Was it the product of
A failed humanity?