MASK IDENTITY

The emptiness of man
Cannot be quantified
With the elements of the unseen
They are irregular in shape
Often disguised with horrifying features
Structured in an advanced mind power format
That picks up the smallest minus sounds
Or aroma of the most tempting
And refreshing drink of life
They capture this with their hyperactive tentacles
Consuming…devouring…tearing apart piece after piece
So edifying, they won’t stop at nothing
They are none respecter of anybody
Not race…not religion…not creed
Flying, crawling, vaporizing and disappearing at will
They take great pride in their coded clan
Under the slogan of their unidentified quest of humanity.