Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine.
Human lice with no spine
Slips into a neural
Wreck of humanity's rot.
Trust ripping away, dying.
Your breed is weak,
The taste of strength
Bitter to your
Palate of doubt.
A remnant of
What was, once left,
A relic you
Pissed it away.
Your breed is weak,
a thing so weak.
Mutual downslide into
mediocrity,
You knew better but you
Pissed it all away.
Weak.
