I can sense the disdain you have for the purest of man
Wishing upon him the same fate as a mayfly on its only day
Your life is consumed by feeding on the fear of humankind
Your outer vessel once moulded by the purest of hands
Now resembles a creature awakened in our darkest dreams
A life force that grows stronger with each failure of mortal men
Who once had a purpose and were destined to seed
Have now no legacy to pay forward there existence
Lay deep in the cradle of nature
Alone trapped in silence
Waiting for their souls freedom
Our creators return will bring…