Deadlock

Throw it to your world
Son of a knife!
Some should have lasted me yesterday
With the first try!
Throw it to your world
And say 'die'!
I am the monster reaching out
For your blood
Away! Remember my words...
As you make your way...
You must lie...
Talk to seek mankind-talk to die!
I think, tomorrow, for you
Just don't make it, as I am the monster... you created!
You had us trust our tribes
Now you're alive!
No man has, past our time
Recede, or anticipated, our funeral feast for the deceased