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…