Pity None - Byzantine

Bruising minds burning thoughts over matter

Your knees hit soil you touch me not

Curdled opinions form mindless babble

From evolved me the pity is not

Elevated threshold of pain

Masterpiece of the unsane

Miles away from the next to be

Successors of pure violent misery

Grind down to human

Resist against pleasure insist on pain

I disregard the soul in me

Along with it I replace pity

I pity none

I pity you