Once a few million years ago, in thrones were the giants  
Herbivorous, carnivorous with razor sharp teeth
They wore no precious jewels nor clothes of silk
They hunt their fellows for food, oh the roaches seen it all

The world metamorphosed,  puny organisms born
Rid of feathers and  razor sharp teeth- 'harmless' they thought 
Even roaches pitied the new guests 

Among lions and tigers, they survived for ages 
With our minds as weapon, we did it-we survived 
But we hunt no more for food but pleasure
Pleasure taken us to paths were humane feeling couldn’t 

We have catacombs of trees in rooms- we call them papers
I too have one -oh! What have I done?
I’d say I’m divergent, cut all ties!
But oh, oh my love, absolution a forgotten folk ballad 
There’s no ‘I’ and ‘them’ my mind recited 
There’s only ‘us’ – and we’ve done it all 

In this illuminated room forever had gone by 
Since I saw my last star and thirst for waterfalls 

Perhaps the roaches would recite our tales when gone, 
Perhaps the ravens would pass the tales 
And we’ll be known the harmless looking monsters 

-Khione