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. Your breed is weak, a thing so weak.
Mutual downslide into mediocrity, you knew better but you pissed it all away.
Weak