Kidudu

There's nothing that separates you from the swarm
Only your delusional notion of superiority

Insignificant megalomaniac minds
Can no longer separate bred from born

A frail existence that only differs In the fact
that some will be taken care of Whilst others will be laid awaste.
One end will do you all

When there's nothing more to parasite upon
You will turn upon your own.
Self inflicted delirium
Will be your cleansing

And from afar...a shadow will appear
Catching onto your greed crippled pace.

The breed your suppression nourished
In a swarm of its own
Bred on the pain and suffering
Grows near to return the favor