never loved a garden flower
beauty lost in hunting hour
the taste of your kiss has become sour
...never sweet like I'm use to

a dying feast to hunger us
me and my violent crew
we lust in premonition strong
we lust for a holocaust to come
but in the end were never loved
...the small and hated few

...life was long and we were young
to kiss the worm upon the tongue
when body and Earth become one
and our greedy race is finally done
...the small and hated few

Miranda Dalton 1993