Into a world of green I thrive
Yet filled with many machinations.
For as great falcons start to dive
They fall into my own creations.
This desolate World that we call Home
Is an enemy that we must face.
For the barren landscape of the Earth we Roam
Can swallow us without a trace.
Though a danger can lurk at any corner
I would not flinch for a minute.
Because as an attack comes out from the former
I survive by slicing right through it.
Yet as I look upon my prize
A shiver crawls up my spine.
For at that moment I realize
That the victim was an old friend of mine.
You'd expect me to stir, but I did no such thing
I felt no sadness, no pity, just a vibe
Because though it might feel like a gritty little sting
I would do so again for the Tribe.