Of Descent - Yautja

I’ve been at war so long the cross-hair

Rarely leaves the mirror

But when it does I’m not met with surprise

But anguish

Such blunder and greed

Your hate brings soil to seed

Such delusion, conscience

Festering with fear of descent

Your mind wilts

The impending guilt

Such blunder and greed

Your hate brings soil to seed

Such delusion, conscience

Festering with fear of descent

Blind to filth and swine

Eyes choose not to see

Lost in my own mind

Forget the world’s diseased

Created your own mirage —

Comfortable in shit

Distorted, vacant visage —

Surroundings reflected

Called to save the herd

Stirring hate and nerves

Safe from consequence

Think you’re heaven sent?

Condemn the ones who sin

Can’t stop the fate of men

They’re only flesh and bone

Your fate is yours

Alone

They don’t value life

Protest with a knife