They fall from spoiled skies

Strangled of grace

And know only to mask their vile faces



They know not the figure staring back at them;

Not their beginning nor end

They surrender in blissful fate



The undying pariah

To which the cowards shun and beg remission

Cold-blooded and callous

It does not grieve



It will never grieve



So detached, the destroyers

Wide eyed in rapture and unfulfilled

In ignorance they remain

Until their ruin



Bring me the graves, poised for our leaden demise



Our extinction, seeded in blind avarice



This vermin, these ingrates

Us of the earth

The destroyers of all