What makes them tick? An impulse to consume. A force that makes existence monotonous. Breeding contempt for mindless repetition. A queen is only as strong as her drones. Systemic bloodlust for wealth corrupting the hearts of the best men. Distorted perception of worth perverting what it means to be a human. A pawn... you are all pawns. Mindless sentient peons. Orchards budding souls. Damned moron horde. Slaves upon the orb. Lashed in purgatory. To the dead be the glory. Pry wide the mouths of the learning young. Teach them the virtues of deep sedation. Sown be the seeds of human avarice. Glorifying the worship of Mammon. Fellating the manifest of Hades for thus is the instinct of fauna. Till outpaced by the reaper's scythe and cast back to oblivion. Throughout the ages I've possessed manifold species but none compare to this rampant primate disease. Carriers of souls until maturation then the universe does with them as seen fit. Mindless sentient peons wiping the earth clean. Lashed in purgatory to the dead be the glory...