parasites,scavengers,but self proclaimed friends
                             came during harvest, ****** to the ends
                  green turned brown,soil begging for mercies of fertility
                               before you is their fiction and unreality
                            behind you is the mirror of these parasites
                    
                               detest success ,enslaved by hypocrisy
                                              in love with mediocrity
                                i call them vampires,knowledge thirsty
                                   smiles like summer,cold as winter
                           keeping eyes on you till you freeze,pretender

                        pots are empty ,and they become inspiration
                          playwright ,narrating their stories,the motions
                                              silence is golden
                     eyes fixed on fate like it fits in the socket,wondering
                            when the storm will pass,and we will be
                                              APEX PREDATORS