Inne Dyster Moorhoof

Soon i was disgusted...
....by their feared faces
And their hypocritical words (begging for help)
Paralysed from the awkwardness
Of their stupid thoughts, felt i have had
Something to clean, like this weak and false.
And f really asked myself,
Are their similar to their whole race?

I hit them with a heavy branch
Only to relax my furious self of their behaviour
I hit them twice with a heavy branch
And i felt free of this strange thoughts.
And separated their bones of their flesh
And their flesh of their blood, l gave to the forest.

Slaughtered for my own and for their profit,
Because my hunger was quenched for few days
And their faces now scare and warn an the stakes.
So long that peoples fat upholstered my cold stony bed.
I turned and walked embraced by nightly virgin woods.