There was an order, the hierarchy promised,
Advances made a transient path,
Clans of parasites threw up banners,
Announcing with great cries who they represented,
They held spirit above all else,
The will grew strong and arrogant,
They were lied to and sheparded,
Committing horrid atrocities in their name,
In the wake, they destroyed their homes,
By the end the host was left barren,
And the paramount parasite,
These pests that felt entitled to it all,
Became extinct to the body,
Given back to the host and rejected,
The spirit and will that was so prized,
Left a foul taste in the mouth,
It was too late to do something about it,
The host and parasite joined in gloom,
Sweet, beautiful remorse was all that was left.