Bleed the Future

Before anything expelled breath upon the earth Boanet had formed. Seething between any of the worlds that supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on Gold blood Breeding any life will light a beacon Leaching through the womb of any creature Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn Grown in each ripe host undetected Gold blood courses inside the parasitic mouth They will take us now One could not escape the bind of that which could bloom and feed inside the birthing caverns of their own kind They grow we die You would think that what they were and what they wanted would’ve mattered yet the many fell under their pliable delineator Seething between any of the worlds that supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on Gold blood Breeding any life will light a beacon Leaching through the womb of any creature Latching on to anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn Remaining undetectable up until the final fetal breach Gold blood courses inside the parasitic mouth Nothing ever written could define the global hell to follow Prenatal inquiry during its trimester sentencing could not begin to uncloak the new lifeform that gnaw on the humans umbilical feed while it soaks in the swell of the host A Parallel dimensional metamorphosis immediately triggered by the scent of our realm. Claiming and leading our young into forced abandon Bleed the Future On arrival there is a shift in the voice of the witness The future is bled There is a cloud that forms over the eyes of the birther when from the deep the creature is born Within their blood they create they will alter the end of the end. For in their mouth the future is made. If in the glare of their gold we burn our eyes look again look again for in their blood a new path awaits Within their blood they create they will alter the end of the end If in the glare of their gold we burn our eyes look again look again They will take us now One could not escape the bind of that which could bloom and feed inside the birthing caverns of their own kind They grow we die You would think that what they were and what they wanted would’ve mattered Yet the many fell under their pliable delineator Seething between any of the worlds that supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on Gold blood courses inside the parasite Breeding any life will light a beacon Leaching through the womb of any creature Latching on to anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn Remaining undetectable up until the final fetal breach Gold blood Animated into matter Taking over the entire planet with a foreign power they inherently developed over many eons in a battle to consume our kind The future is bled The future is born The future is gone