Centipede

A crawling annihilation
With a row of legs like a centipede
With a chitin armor
Shines in the sun
Leaves a mark of the legs
A crawling annihilation
What it touches, dies
It had been designed for this
On it's back murderers
Soldiers, killers
Poisoners, psychopaths
On the back that's shining
And only my depression
Is able to produce
A crawling annihilation
That has a shining chitin armor