Long dead souls roam,
Aimlessly in skeletons,
Their eyes are open,
They take in nothing.
The lack of compassion,
Feeds this depression.
The blood and organs,
Are merely a stuffing,
Waiting for maggots,
To pick at the remains,
Even your fucking God,
Doesn’t want to taste.
They all shake my hand,
Like it causes them pain,
Or maybe they will die,
When they see my face.
The cold steel scalpel,
Makes the first incision,
A doorway to the brain,
To allow reprogramming,
Four more cuts are made,
Two create tunnel vision,
One to kill a conscience,
And one kills compassion.
Stitched up and drugged,
The body is void of pain,
Pushed back into society,
With one goal to achieve.
Due to a proper rewiring,
They’re now fully trained,
To process and react to,
Only what they want to see.
The sky stares in shame,
Of meaningless drones,
With major malfunctions,
All programmed to kill.
Trying not to get infected,
But I have no safe home,
No one has ever offered,
And I know they never will.
No witch doctor voodoo,
Will make this go away.
They pray for a miracle,
To cure all of their ills,
It’s what they deserve,
Or that’s what they say.
But let the truth be told,
They should all be killed.
As blissful as a newborn,
On the day of a baptism,
Nobody can feel a thing,
And nothing is ever wrong.
I only want to be so naive,
That I can rot in prison,
Letting my misery eat at me,
Until it’s magically all gone.
There is an army of billions,
With allegiance to only one,
That I will have no part of,
’til I rightfully burn in hell.
They only love themselves,
And gladly point their gun,
To murder each other before,
They will love anybody else.