The revisionist's death
By her own hand
Posion egg
The Implement
I am chest deep
In her swarm
Poison egg
Reverse swalloed

I see them seething between her fingers
She sets them free
I bleed me

Blood flowing
No clotting
Flowing faster
The swarm is feeding

Defeat
Defeat

You would look so magnificent
Crawling on thouse bloodied knees
The swarm is flocking to the wound
Their speed only matched by their efficiency

Glory is relative
Relative to the one that lives in defeat

The revisionist's death
By her own hand
Poison egg
The implement
I am chest deep
In her swarm
Poison egg
Reverse swallowed
Defeat.
Defeat.
Defeat.
Defeat.