In London you’re never far from a rat.
Everyone knows that.
You’re also never far from one of my kind.
You know that too, to an extent.
You just don’t know what we are.
We’re waiting, suffering while we wait but that isn’t important.
The end will be so sweet we won’t remember the suffering.
I only call it the end so you’ll understand.
It is the beginning of a new age for us.
Most of my kind don’t care what happens to you.
Having a conscience doesn’t make me unique, but I’ve picked up more human traits than most.