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