Kidudu
There's nothing that separates you from the swarm
Only your delusional notion of superiority
Insignificant megalomaniac minds
Can no longer separate bred from born
A frail existence that only differs In the fact
that some will be taken care of Whilst others will be laid awaste.
One end will do you all
When there's nothing more to parasite upon
You will turn upon your own.
Self inflicted delirium
Will be your cleansing
And from afar...a shadow will appear
Catching onto your greed crippled pace.
The breed your suppression nourished
In a swarm of its own
Bred on the pain and suffering
Grows near to return the favor
