You’ve ruined our self,
Look what you’ve done.
I know your kind.

There are sirens spitting your name.
You might think you have a mane
But there is nothing of your brain.

You broke my heart and stole my paper.
You used to bundle in my hair.
The unworthy will cripple, the unholy.

It is the answer to the myriad
Of problems slandered by a pyramid.

I’ll chew your bones, and I’ll bite your lip.

He’ll never know if he was hit,
I can suckle with an itch
Like a leech with no drip.

And when they drop all at once.
You can let out your cries.
In the end, the land will be dry
And I won’t wipe your eyes.