The smell of hell has come to sell
The burgeoning desire of flesh and metal

The hunters of the hunted become the hunted
Themselves
By a superior race

Crush the flower
Under your foot
There is no need for
Color

Red dread
From flashes of yellow and white

Swaths of rage
Shall burn
Everything
In it's path

Drain me of life
To become
Just like you

The corruption
The dogma
The asinine influences
Of what you are
Shall betray
What you are capable of

My lovely wraith friend