Vespae

Telluric echoes responded to the simian call As beyond the apex was waiting the hardest fall Bones bleached by the rising sun through toxic haze, A testimony of sins beyond absolution, That left behind devastation no eyes to gaze Upon the mankind problem's final solution Countless admonitions urging to stop the spree But there are none so blind as those who will not see Now that all towers of silence have been depleted Even the famished carrion scavengers have starved The fated cleansing of parasites was completed From the host upon which their filthy trace was carved They were the swarm of drone wasps that devoured their nest Mad architects who instigated their own demise Blinds shepherded by fake prophets, devils in disguise Solipsist, heedless mass that now forever rest Breeding, binging, soiling, grotesquely obscene The collective and self were contradictory They won against nature a pyrrhic victory Crossing the threshold that should have been foreseen On the shards of their smashed mirrors, they bled and cried Blaming an enemy that was brooding inside They all lived as if they were never going to die And finally died having never really lived By force-feeding themselves the greatest lie That in memories they would have still survived They were the swarm of drone wasps that devoured their nest Mad architects who instigated their own demise Blinds shepherded by fake prophets, devils in disguise Solipsist, heedless mass that now forever rest