• Glory in the dying breaths,
    Humanity is now laid to rest.
    Billboards soaked in tainted blood-
    So public sees the rising flood.
    On a canvas of a mammal’s flesh-
    The cunning picture now refreshed.
    Above the vibrant sign says “death...”

    …So we sit upon the bleachers base-
    And watch these pawns take hold this mace,
    Painting walls of endless gore;
    The landscape is the earthly floor.
    But soil bathes in the ending lives-
    And breeds this creature from their cries,
    As it chews upon worlds demise.

    Walking through this endless street,
    These faceless manikins step in fleet.
    With plastic bodies they invade-
    The world that men of flesh had made.
    And watched the world fall into haze.
    The art of death is our game to play-
    But still we laugh off with the day