We hunt, or starve
Our bodies built to harm
Insect, machine
Or virus gone too far
Deny our trait
Contempt the body state
This life, we hate
Poison and violate
Blood dances on the blade
Plays upon my razor's hate
Blind light sing for the fakes
It's deafening to hear you break
The light, the taste
And your pretty breath
The void, the cage
Animalistic race
Feign death, what's worse
One true god in reverse
Ourselves, we hail
I guess we'll rot in hell
The monster craves the light
We covet vermin's kind
By Aiakos Barada Nikto
