They Make You like Their Own Selves

Beyond these moun­tains
in the dark val­ley
with hoards of stashed gold and gems
and a uni­ver­sal trend to devour all
they live with a locust instinct.
Creep­ing out only in broad day light
with their shame­less faces
they feed on your fear…their favourite feast­ing meal.
Armed with vicious designs and insa­tiable lust and with long spindly legs
sali­vat­ing and slob­ber­ing
they start some­thing which nev­er ends.
They suck and suck
and leave you
drained of blood
all cold and pal­lid.
With infect­ed bel­lies and emp­ty wheat bins
you evolve into a vom­it­ing human race…
the filth of this age.