A Million Dead Birds Laughing Defiants
Take heed
They call
They take to the brain like ants
They feed
They crawl
They nest in the head
The sleep above the shores of neverness
With the keeper of the horde in heavenly seats
Elevated to see surrendered antenna of freedom
Still they creep upon the pores of reverence
Where the sequence of their calls can never be seen
Salivation misleads
Mandibles wait
Separation and wavelength
Fixed position
Hold transmission till informed
Relinquished of this penetrating torment
They play upon a tone set to beacon beasts
Saint mastication are the destined to be taken to his teeth
Electro magnetic pulse elevate their being
So the enemy can lament his feed...
