People who Die
Souls will Fly
I will Deny
Thats souls Exist.
If you try
I think we will See
If thee will See
The Heads Roll
The Limbs Fly
All around.
The Ballot begins
As we see
Behind the Shimmers
And the Lights.
What's behind the Smoke and Glass?
At last. The Ballot has begun.
Guillotines Rise and Fall,
Firing Squads kills us all,
Lethal Injections Poison us bad,
Gas Tanks a tad drab
As our lungs fill with Mustard Gas.
Necks break by the noose,
Lungs Ache when we drown,
Eaten Alive when rats are Loose,
and Buried Alive, safe and sound,
as body-sacks and chains bound us Down
On the Ground.
Blood Poisons soil and wounds History into a moaning fashion.
Humans have come to love this style of life.
Some say I'm Misanthropic.
I would prefer Lycanthropic.
At least they are more evolved that actual Humans.
Lycan's hunt for a purpose more meaningful.
Lycan's eat what they hunt.
Humans hunt to hunt what's left.
Right?
Of course.
Hence Forth.
Makes my skin crawl,
and I love it.
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