There seems to be a void, deep inside that screams.
within the self, that cannot be filled.
Protruding out, with consistency.
Consuming afterbirth, with transparency.
All Along the path to power, there's this need to devour.
With born rights, and such prowess,
Giving in with thoughts of progress.
With such wit, and hold over,
the individual's consuming,
an empty husk that’s in waiting,
on the precipice sustaining
There are those, who are born free.
Broken chains, lay at their feet.
They are blessed with pride and will.
Generations born to kill.
Immortals, lack ethics,
Relying on their lies and tricks,
Twisting life, with such grip,
to protect their lineage.
There seems to be a void, inside that screams.
within the self, that cannot be filled.
Protruding out, with consistency.
Consuming afterbirth, with transparency.
Talons tear into dead flesh,
Pull apart all that's left,
Ways passed down, breed a mess.
Ignorance at a glance.
Taking paths of a coward,
Burning bridges without honor,
lying silent under white lies,
Never dying, the right bloodline.
There seems to be a void, deep inside that screams.
Deep within the self, that cannot be filled.
Protruding out, with consistency.
Consuming afterbirth, with transparency
