Masses of brainless, with a heart painted green,
enslaved by their masters , need no reason to kill.
They feel it’s necessary, feeding the inglorious dream:
allucination of a few, but a nightmare for so many.
Dogs payied to dig more graves,
for the ones they’ve slew.
Bullet whispers in my ear,
granades rains down with fear.
“Another step another dead,
clouds of unknowing, grey like lead.
See how the speed of time,
again stalks their back.
It cannot reach’em , not just yet.
The smell of death permeates,
her hands around their necks.”
So warm, feels the ground.
So warm, I’m being still.
So warm…
So cold, they are.
So cold, it’s getting near.
lost my sight…
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