Here and now
As his crisis
Now is mine
Killing is a duty
Not an art
He is languid in his form
Forever liquid as he moves
I have joined the kill
I am sin
He wishes to dance with the dead
Humanity is a virus
They will win
Eons of life will never erase that
But he still beckons
The sun will curse us
Yet he beckons
The void will consume us
And he will finally beckon
Survival is moot
I will answer his call
Forever more...
-Arielle