EyeHateSalt - Slugdge

Cruel weapons of the human bastard

Sprinking death from up on high

Eyestalks recoiling as my slime trail foams

Choking on the crystals in my pneumastome

Bleak

Inhumane, dessicated and debased

Baking in the scorching sun, their time will come

Mucus glands, bubbling on the concrete slabs

Eaten by domestic cats, but we’ll be back

Foolish mortals in the garden lay

Bathing in the shade we wait

Beady eyes emerge, focusing our wrath

Vengeance rides on slimey tracks

Raining acid, caustic downpour on human skulls

Melting flesh from bones

Ruthless minions, revolution in human culls

Venting hatred ages old

And when the dawn of slime comes, they shall reap what they have sown