Isaac Helms (6/30/87 / charleston wv)

More people leave this land
They offer life or death in hand
There is nothing good or bad
There is nothing good or bad
They all are just there
Have no pain to bear
They do not care

A crevice, a void, a fissure
Separates these people
Not physically
But statistically
None of them show emotion
They are prisoners on death row
At noon no cock will crow
There will be no way of time
Everybody will be in prime
They will falter in prime
Only thing to do is die
As Armageddon is at hand