the predator and the preys'
belligerentlly awaken on the field of sorrow
in trepidation the prey always stood to pray
for the murderer of their souls in row

uncharitable predator of the field
hunting our innocent blood like fowl
'nd mercilessly sending our birth to death
with hammers and guns to maim

the morning joy thou alloyed,
forcing thou guns to strike our heart
and the hotness of thy bullet to pierce our souls
O, are we created to be shot like...