My course is set
I have begun my journey
Your people are sick
But they make me sicker
The darkness that eats
Shares its bounty with you
You take it in, and it drinks
your wisdom.

I have watched for eternities
Longer than time's patience
I have seen the greed as it
consumes your souls.
I see the see the corrupted harvest
you reap and the demons you sow.
The visions taint my perspective,
causing my disgust to grow.

I despise what I see and look away.
Do you realize your folly? Your ruse?
Must you neglect your tools of abuse?
The sea of darkened angels share a sigil
A mark of self-pity and glyphs of sorrow.
They believe for them, they don't affect
tomorrow, but why should their wings bare
the spectrum of peace? The freedom of
release?

Chip-chop doth the words floweth.
A rocky torrent down a jagged path.
The sun sets for us in the morning
As the moon rises at dawn.
We look to these demons of scrap
emotions and spirits and we look away.
The half-people, the incomplete, and
the wayward. I will be the death of you.
What am I?