It can be difficult to figure
The lay of the land
Without a complete picture
Who are?
Where are?
The enemy
How deep?
How high?
Who creeps, crawls?
Who flies?

The conflated humanoid family tree
Your dubious and distinguished 
extra-terrestrial history
I am not what I used to be
Not nearly as cold
Crafty
Not as bloodthirsty
Maybe!

The collectors
The missionaries
The snakes and the bees
Assembling the grand puzzle
And waxing stingy
The subtle fuckery
It isn't sitting well with me
Everybody has an agenda
Scheming this and pretending that
Fishing…
With charm and cunning
A smile and a grin as they play Mac
Maybe!

Do you know?
When friend becomes a foe?
Jill is Joe?
When a question is an answer
And vice versa?
As you ponder the implications
The tattooed variations
Age-old animosities
Interstellar seeds
The possibilities
Creatures that shape-shift
Creatures that change
What's in a name?
Who's winning and losing the “cover” game?

Someday
When a bloodline calls home
I'll pick up the hidden headphone and listen
As a warrior from a distant space and time
Regains control of an alien mind
For all that I've been through
For the long and short of it all
When the hammer falls
And the “hum” awakens me
We 
Will...
Hunt
Feed
Kill
Pillage
Flourish amidst the carnage
Amongst
The bones of the innocent and the guilty
Return to full "power"
And unmatched glory
No apologies
No goddamn mercy

For all that I am now
For all that I have since become
The ho-hum human diversion
I will always be my mother's son
Gifted progeny
Of Galaexy
I will become...
With extreme prejudice, all that I am
And…
Be it old friend
Stranger
Ancient enemy
There will be no mercy

Between us
And 
Destiny

Not a fucking drop
You can all count on that

I am the malefic versifier
NecroWmancer