This isn't my home ,my world or galaxy,
I am an intruder to this life.
They come with assailment,
Ready to kill at any southern movement.
At first their masked seem real,
With opened arms,
Arms that seem warm,
But became a trap for deviant preys,
And DNA claims me to be their own,
Yet I didn't act like them,
Nor have the same codes that they contained.
On my mission to make peace,
I was given no choice but to only have their genetics,
And continue to live with them as an invader.