Awakened from the wreckage of the past,

Unearthed to form something that will last,

My mind is still,

No need to kill.

Forsaken wisdom for only one to know,

Through a constant stream which will forever flow,

My body is still,

Not yearning to kill.

Internally blended and shredded to contentment,

Determined to shatter the shackles of resentment,

Humanity is still,

Why do they kill?

Decomposing the natural delinquencies of stagnancy,

Implacable catastrophe while embracing necromancy,

A world never still,

The aroma of a kill.