Strike!
Rage washes over me

A baptism,
Given before the form of human.
Planted deeply in the soul
That carries over thousands of years
Immune to the revolutions of lives.

Ravaging scarlet sins that lead to more
Miserable on unknown faces.
But strangers, they are,
To me. What do I care?

That's what I've been taught.
That's how it goes in this town.
Nobody says a word.
Nobody gives a damn.
You're on your own
And if you happen to be under my foot...
Tough!

I'm the fittest
I stand high above
Looking down at you,
So trivial that don't even worth my spit.