Innocence overtaken by unprecedented ignorance.
Real humans die at the hands of chemically altered flesh.
Flesh with the power of decision.
Power of wrong decision.
Killing for a profit.
You only profit your ignorant hatred.
Hatred your flesh can't even comprehend.
The Native American power is blinding,
Their strength of mind is binding.
You can't understand that of which is not spelled out to you.
The blood that they wield is spiritual.
The blood that you sleep in is real to them and to you it is a prize.
You killed our fur, our food, our family,
but our Native American blood runs strong.
And you'll never understand.