We Are Creatures Of Earth's Making,
We Hunger, Hunger, Hunger,
And Hunger more For More And More....
The Best Out Of The Best As Beasts,
Hunting Down And Ravaging
The New-Born Fawn That isn't grazing.

When Bloated As The Ocean,
Beneath a Bright Full Moon,
Just As wolfs, We Cry And Try To Move,
Or Regurgitate To Make More Room.

We Are Creatures Of Earth's Making,
A Spoonge Of All Great Things Created,
We Vacuum All We Feel That's Fancy,
And Leave A Trail Of Our Toxic Selves.

Laurentiu-Florin