Blood Heart Oath


I am a carnivore.
I will always be proud.
I will never care for the weak opinions of the weed chewers.
There can be no true taste without the splitting of flesh
The splintering of bone
The rain of blood
Fire, smoke, grease, grime, fat, cholesterol, oil
All I will relish and savor
The damage done to my body is more than worth it
For the greatest and truest pleasures of the tongue
I care nothing for your sympathy or sensitivity toward my prey
It is my right to do what I must
We will accept no alternatives and no replacements
You mix and mash in vain
You may fool some
But never us
We are the blood hearts

We live for meat
And if one day it can not be found
We will take it from your flesh
We will not stop
The clash of these designs for the future was inevitable
While you think so many have surrendered
There is resistance
There is rage and loathing and disgust
As much as you have for us
We have more
You are weak and your blood is green
In a war you are no match for us
Let us do what we enjoy
Because it is not your right or power to ever stop us
And if you ever try
You will leave with pieces of yourself
Your allies
Your children
Missing
Do not declare your way is the future
Our wrath is eternal
And we will ensure
The one with no future
Is only you

So do I swear
So will I consume
So will I devour
So will I relish
So will I conquer

The weed chewers
Have no idea
When they go to far
The hunters will come for them and all that they are
And turn it to the blood, guts and gristle
Enemies of the blood hearts
Are destined for.