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People People Everywhere 1944

  • laurencewatkins
  • Nov 24, 2024
  • 1 min read

I drink from a life of crime, covering my body with the ashes of my foes faces

I love to work

The people who die before me love me

They understand that they must give up their lives so that I can grow

Their children must die also

Blindfolded with their clothes, facing me

Cold and frightened

They lower their heads

Some scream

Some are silent

It's all the same to me

I enter their names and birthdays in my diary and rip the pages in a frenzy of lust

My life runs at speed

Flames lick my eyes

As my search goes on


The curtain calls are done on time

I bid farewell

When the music plays

And the lights go down

I hope one day

To find the truth

And on that day

I will clap my hands

And slowly drift away

If I had a gun, I would shoot me now. If I had a knife, I would cut myself. If I had a crossbow I would take revenge.

Death must be the sole reason for living

Give me life and I will show you death

Gamble on nothing except your ability to kill

I've come here for a reason, best you know what it is

 
 
 

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