Hybristophilia
The illusion is in the motion
Aggravating this solstice situation
Insect in lifestyle and form
I won’t bow to your charms
Nor to your gods
Opinions that kills, subtly enforcing politics of human wastes
Spawning new pre-digested unhealthy icons
The mixture of endorphin and adrenalin
My skin is now turning liquid
I carve my name, on my soil
This is my land, where you don’t belong
Your approach has nothing seductive
I nullify your right
Leave this place
You’re no champions of fire
See what happened? Thousand deaths and millions left soulless