Pesticidal Lament

In this world, a garden tainted, shadows intertwine, Where dreams decay, and sorrows entwine.
I move through the gloom, a spectre to confide, A harbinger of doom, like pesticide

Petals wither, in a monochrome embrace, In the twisted ballad, where despair takes its place.
I tread with dread, on the path of genocide, A relentless force, like pesticide.

Through twisted vines, my footsteps echo, A symphony of despair, in a moonlit meadow.
A silent waltz in the shadows that coincide, A haunting refrain, like pesticide.

Yet, in my wake, echoes of anguish persist, For every life extinguished, a mournful twist.
In this desolate landscape, where darkness will reside, I am the reaper, the relentless pesticide.

Growth devours hope, a relentless hand,
A cruel touch upon this forsaken land.
In the garden of despair, where nightmares preside, I move with malevolence, like pesticide.

Let the blooms wilt, let the colors bleed,
In this wretched realm, where sorrows takes the lead.
In the grand design, where darkness will abide, I am the embodiment, the relentless pesticide.