Vacant: this is how I found it's heart to be. Senseless: is how it's gaze appears to me. Cold: is the way it's touch must feel. Illusion: for it cannot possibly be real. And it's soul you ask? Has it one? Greed: this trait rules dominant in it's mind. Hate: it's psyche revels in all it finds. Instinct: it's organs use to function. Dull: between it's thought and speech, there is no junction. And it's soul you ask? It has none. Death: it thinks is a vital part of life. Disease: plague it's body, bring it strife. Destruction: This to cut it's lifespan short. War: some deadly kind of game or sport. And it's soul you ask? It needs one!