Carcinization,
Eh?
Star sign?
As if I wasn’t born Cancer –
Then dictated to as if my soul,
Mind, ethos, or existence were…
Prescribed – Predestined – Predetermined –
By stars.
Balls of Nuclear Fusion,
Ignorant of miniscule mortality.
Yet:
My armour is thick.
My claws are strong.
My hunger endless.
Carcinization, Eh?
