Deck the Halls

Deck the halls with

Rotting matter.

Oh stop that screaming

And the clatter.

Send Slashers to

Hunt down the dregs.

Slice 'em, dice 'em,

Watch them beg.

With hands from elbows

And our chests,

We can decorate

The best.

This mighty ship that

Was once bland,

Has been marked,

By our fair brand.

And as we see

A ship approach,

We know that we can

Snare more hosts.

For all of us

Are fast and cunning.

Bringing death

To prey that's running.

The new arrivals

Shall all die.

While our artworks,

Please our eyes.

A floating home,

That's what we've made.

And the former tenants

Are afraid.

So be it by claws

Or vacuum's space.

We'll clear this mess,

The human race.