Mired in a spindle boundnKilling something newnLiving undergroundnI crawl everywhere, eradicating everything I purgenI got my new bloodnMy skin is growing backnHide amongst the plantsnThe new brain is madnMy friends don’t like the way I looknSoon they’ll be a feast for menAnd we’ll have a life of blandnImpregnate my arachnid bridenSystematically weaving to survivenVictims fly into our trapsnFrantic they try to rip awaynImminent paralysisnFangs pierce insect fleshnToxified they now convulsenMoribund and wrapped in silknSip the hallowed soulnI await their bitter endnA scene where bugs are deadnNever able to fend off my attacknCorpse littered web you seenAll my trophies atrophiednMolting my old selfnInject my spawn into their shellnMolting they will be as menThe greatest swarm there will ever benMolting my serenitynEat’em and leave’emnCannibal familynHow much death will it takenAs I lay on her plate, the last thing she ate