Following the Trend

Only in torturous ecstasy are we forever confined,

Only by us to primitive packs are we consigned,

Between them feuds spark by differences designed,

To seek and treasure dominance impossible to find,

To label ourselves yet never to be defined,

Only to leave a trail of destruction behind.

Are we the parasites never maligned?

Developing in a single state of mind,

Chaos and construction forever entwined,

To follow the trend a destiny assigned,

Our declaration of independence left unsigned.