Picking crumbs from the beards of others
Futile organisms with no spine
Human lice with no spine
Slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot
Trust ripping away, dying
Your breed is weak
The taste of strength bitter to your palate of doubt
A remnant of what was once left
A relic you pissed it away
Mour breed is weak, a thing so weak
Mutual downslide into mediocrity
You knew better, but you pissed it all away
Weak
