Is this what you wanted? Eat, breed, repeat. Populate and decease. And take it all.
Trade living for a living. Measure your worth in flesh and blood.
I could be your contact in a place of your design, with the grace of wounded lions
I could be your absolute; I could be your sign
I could be your written lie
All this time that I’ve been given I squandered in my own right
All my breath never intended to be used to…