Survival - Succumb

Omniscient brother, my omniscient father at the helm of a self-propagating

battle.

Each as another these shorn-scalped automatons.

Civilized and electrified.

Bred to survive.

Conditioned to survive.

Trained to survive.

The victors glutted upon a pile of wasted mass.

In a metal to metal counter attack you will slit his throat.

The ceaseless chaotic fight in a hole to be clawed out.