A/N: Poem. Knives' POV. 'Nuff said.
Kill the Spiders, Save the Butterflies
Humans are like insects. No, that's a bad analogy.
That's like comparing a bullet wound to the mere sting of a bee.
Humans are spiders. For no other beast could weave such a web of greed and deceit.
Killing their own, never admitting defeat.
And ah, what if they become tangled in this net of tragedy and lies?
Why, they continue their life while their soul slowly dies.
They can never help without harming another.
"Save the stranger, kill thy brother."
But we are better, butterflies, creatures supreme!
We can save ourselves from their cruelty and lies.
Remember, "Kill the spiders, save the butterflies!"
