The Seeds of Enmity

Prowling surreptitiously through a dismal domain
Marooned in miasma and friendly fire

Possessed by a compulsion to defend this realm
A deluge of faces bombard our bounds
Fluorescent flares obscure our vision
We pluck our targets from the flock

We see new eyes
We surmise

Engraved on the faces of the dead
The reflections of our own
For worst of all myopia
I nominate this tragedy

Maniacally compelled to attack
We see new eyes, and we surmisе
The seeds of enmity
And those who trеspass
Will see a fate worse than death

(The worst of all myopia)

And those who trespass
Will see a fate worse than death

You'll see a fate worse than death