w v sutra

my life as an orc 

at the feeding camp we watch freedom porn all day
the chow is thick and makes my limbs grow strangely
heartwarming stench from the latrines and the cooktents 

robotic statues keep tabs at all times
they sing for the newly killed robotically
moaning with rales like crows with jeers like crows

weapons training brings live edges into play
dueling is encouraged but only to the death
let the cook pots be filled with the flesh of the slain 

runes etched into my armour and my skin
behold the swelling veins and nodules
carunculations giving way to boils full of natural acid

if i rise in the ranks i will grow thick scales 
much like the sergeant gloating magnificent 
with slick tendons and thews 

he stamps and harangues us thus
come orclings and smell the blood just spilt for you
sink in your teeth and worry out your gobbets 

names we have given you blades we have given you
use your teeth when you can and when all else fails
for we have the fangs of animals