Buried Monuments

I recognize a blueprint for madmen has been inked Inked within the skin of myself They've planted seeds and have been sewn into buried monuments They're entombed doomsday vaults resembling monstrous coffins A mind bending experimentation to reshape my everyday consumption they can see through the cracks To inject the soil in which I stand It perverts that of which I bloom Disease slumbers within the earth Blooming gardens of slaughter