Pompilidae

Fifty thousand years of

Infants left in the cold to freeze

And did they ever stop to listen to the screams?

I have sunk my teeth into flesh

And tasted blood on my tongue

And wherefore is my laughter from?

What is happiness

To the agony of prey?

To be eaten alive

Bite by bite

To claw and fight

As your blood pools around you

Man has become comfortable

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