We were made from the heart

And the mind of the pure

But also the damned

What was all this about

Was this our destiny?

Killed and left to rot

Our bodies formed a putrid evil

Though we’re free from its grasp

We won’t collapse and let this putridness free

Enezothe – a child of consensus view

Consensual mind, consensual heart

Formed into perpetual soul

Despite the ignorance we strike down the hand of our creator

With mutual forces we strife to get rid of every traitor