Hivemaster, oh so old.
So hollow, empty and forever decaying.
No one to cover or to ask you why.
How did you get to the point where you can never die?
And how can I become like you?
What must I give, my soul and spew.
Blood and other, forever more.
After all, everything is worth.
To give and to spare.
For a life never ending.
Begins with my birth.
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