Treasure Island

spiritual seeker

(22-11-55 / Malaysia)

Dealers In Death


Men in business suits,
Their soft tongues spoke like a true gentleman,
Drinking champagne with presidents and ministers,
But hidden behind these niceties,
Lies a psychopath,
dark eyed evils,
Blood sucker…
a lying scumbag!

Hidden, these dirty man's speech smells rotten..
Corrupted to the point of no return,
wallowing in it’s stench of death!
Murderous killers of millions of men and helpless women,
of innocent babies and children …
the old and sickly...
with absolutely no shame and remorse.

Wonder how long will the rest of humanity endure their horrible stench?
Their empire of lies and deceptions,
Their actions unlike that of others,
Worst than snakes and vipers,
Devils in human form,
They are dealers in death!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2014
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