Children of the Volley

Uneasy are these children
Inhumanity is their procreator
Dehumanised creators lost and alone
Sorrowful swarms of spirits
Trapped in skin and bone

With claws and suckers
They attack the enemy of the fall
Wickedness propelling projectiles
Casting the foe to fall

Upon maturisation
They then become the foe
Inflicting upon their children
Everlasting anguish and woe