Prowling surreptitiously through a dismal domain
Marooned in miasma and friendly fire
Possessed by a compulsion to defend this realm
A deluge of faces bombard our bounds
Fluorescent flares obscure our vision
We pluck our targets from the flock
We see new eyes
We surmise
Engraved on the faces of the dead
The reflections of our own
For worst of all myopia
I nominate this tragedy
Maniacally compelled to attack
We see new eyes, and we surmise
The seeds of enmity
And those who trespass
Will see a fate worse than death
(The worst of all myopia)
And those who trespass
Will see a fate worse than death
You'll see a fate worse than death