THE BLADE OF GRASS, TRAMPLED..

Each of us naked and bare inside, 
Vile an animal ready to kill, 
Each of us rendered merciless, 
Brains on leash by the reptilian complex 
That hides behind Neo-cortical camouflage. 

I breathe Pure, thrive yet conspire 
To kill each day, the Mother's Hapless Child 
That comes from the same womb as I, 

One day shall see no green, no thing left, 
but me in the arena to massacre, 
The Mother shall witness Macabre Fratricide, 
As I shall kill without Mercy the heartless, 
With them Rose Hearts that loved once too..