Consuming Afterbirt

There seems to be a void, deep inside that screams
Deep within the self, that cannot be filled
Protruding out, with consistency
Consuming afterbirth, with transparency.

All Along the path to power, there's this need to devour
With born rights, and such prowess
Giving in with thoughts of progress
With such wit, and hold over
The individual's consuming
An empty husk is in waiting
On the precipice sustaining.

There are those, who are born free
Broken chains, lay at their feet
They are blessed with pride and will
They are raised and born to kill
Immortals, lack ethics
Relying on their lies and tricks
Twisting life, with such grip
To protect their lineage.

There seems to be a void, inside that screams
Within the self, that cannot be filled
Protruding out, with consistency
Consuming afterbirth, with transparency.

Talons tear into dead flesh
Pull apart all that's left
Ways passed down, breed a mess
Ignorance at a glance.

Taking paths of a coward
Burning bridges without honor
Lying silent under white lies
Never dying, the right bloodline
No connection to most living
There's no thoughts they are dwelling
Selfish down to their psyche
Becoming machinery.

There seems to be a void, deep inside that screams
Deep within the self, that cannot be filled
Protruding out, with consistency
Consuming afterbirth, with transparency.