8 Foot Sativa - We, The Termites
Parasitic frenzy, sanguinaryOur greatest legacy, a total fallancySteel to tissue, cut, repeatRobotic mounds of flesh, blood and shitWe the termitesWood to bloodMacabre traditionWe the termitesWood to bloodOur inflictionDespondencyImmeasurable miseryDevoured sentienceRabid smiles, avert your eyesToo scared to face consequenceFreedoms negated as jaws clench shutSaline to soil, fallen to forgottenBlood spilt in your absence still leaves a red stain on your handsMass immolation, for what purpose?To dig graves (ours and theirs) with our teethThe time will come when history will endQuite a fitting reward for a job well done
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