...and haunted by
undead royalty.
We sink to extremes
and discover solace in finality,
because we yearn to be
morally black and white.
Engineers of blood-driven machines,
garnered in fleets, unsinkable,
parasites, unkillable.
Your wights and revenant
wander around you like
brain-dead dogs caged in
useless human flesh.
Finding ease in ownership.
Bliss in the wavering ignorance
of taking orders without question.
We are gods or insects.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
...and haunted by
undead royalty.
We sink to extremes
and discover solace in finality,
because we yearn to be
morally black and white.
Engineers of blood-driven machines,
garnered in fleets, unsinkable,
parasites, unkillable.
Your wights and revenant
wander around you like
brain-dead dogs caged in
useless human flesh.
Finding ease in ownership.
Bliss in the wavering ignorance
of taking orders without question.
We are gods or insects.
