Petrified are the hoppers who fed on all the corn that died Terrified are the squirrels whose nuts were taken for harvest Angry are the birds that never seems to stubble upon a worm Hungry is the cannibal who tore my flesh and drank from my blood stream
The hoppers will cut the dry hay pasture Squirrels will dig into poultry houses Birds will fly to were lichen surfaces rocks But this cannibal will hunger to death 'cause I will return, dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
I know you are happy torturing me. You rejoice my depression and anxiety but on day when the universe call upon my name, I will leave you to die of anguish and sorrow. These words are for those that hurts us while we are here, they will suffer when we are gone.