Savages in the carnival of rusted souls…

Savages in the carnival of rusted souls
calling out for membrane’s gold,
seeking cellular destruction…

Implanted in the heart of all the weak –
the fear, uncertainty’s what they seek
to crawl inside and blast with photons…

The grace, the wonderful embrace of faith;
a faith on evolution and the self… Tears paid.

The failure of success is what they fear;
mankind’s success, the worm’s excretion…