Glistening, carved out of carbon - a creature
The sound of its slobber, like sizzling sewage
No soul just a void in the depths of its open eyes
You are prey the second it senses your organs
(incubate intestines)
To find a host, to neutralize, to penetrate everything in its path
No compromise, no reasoning, those vacant eyes...
Reaching out with a set of teeth that goes on and on and on...
It grinds you like a blender, congealing fat and blood
Digested while you're dripping, a screaming pile of sludge
A strong species (but not a God)
Hiding from a beast to wait until it's done
Only buys you time
Praying to a God who only deals in peace
Won't help you to do what's to be done