a poem about people....
Killing Machine
The pistons of death Combustion of gases Weak to the bone Fall on their asses
Repitition kills Guns do the same Mass consumption of pills Have you forgotten my name?
Murder of persons Stuck in a bind A need to escape My sick daily grind
Repitition kills So does water now and then Hear the same old story See the same old men
Wanderer unleashed Bound by earthly matter Combination deadly See your meek bones shatter
Repitition kills As does all thats in excess Relentless pendulum swings back and forth Torn by brutal stress
Repitition of the masses Slow and torturous progression Population damned to hell This is your last confession
xdemonicallyxyours13x · Mon Mar 05, 2007 @ 02:38am · 1 Comments |