Prey

Formless yet full of shape
Many faces, all the same
Human, yet somehow different
Being of all nightmares
In earthly form, biding time
Waiting for the perfect day
The wars that men fight, the food to grow
Suckled as if newborn, on the anger and hatred
The fear sustains, belly filled by greed
Yet still the hunger..

Hunger for more souls, more oppression
Starving and suffocating the minds of others,
This the ultimate goal
Although, a majority still resist
But that will suffice, for all existence is but a mere toy
Patience is a most dark virtue
Sitting and waiting, biding time
Human, yet somehow different,
Many faces, all the same,
Formless, yet full of shape;
Humanity