Wraith

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The smell of hell has come to sell

The burgeoning desire of flesh and metal

The hunters of the hunted become the hunted

Themselves

By a superior race

Crush the flower

Under your foot

There is no need for 

color

Red dread

From flashes of yellow and white

Swaths of rage

Shall burn

Everything

In it's path

Drain me of life

To become

Just like you

The corruption

The dogma

The asinine influences

Of what you are

Shall betray

What you are capable of

My lovely wraith friend