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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