• Oh the wicked ways of men
    Wallowing within their den

    Shall never walk the rays of light
    Yet never understand their plight

    They writhe and crawl in solitude
    Releasing hatred ever crude

    Amidst the city bowels dwell
    Breathe demons soon awaiting Hell

    They plot and scheme human's demise
    And feed upon their master's lies

    The creatures rise in full resent
    They drag along with their descent

    The bodies made from helpless souls
    The man brought down by what controls

    Yet ignorant of drawing fate
    They hope their torment to abate

    A silly muse that matters not
    A battle won, must first be fought