The Destroyers Poem by Jay W. Allen

We are the wolves who are starved close to dying, clinging to life for our urges to kill

We prey on the weak and we listen for crying
This is the closest we can bring you to hell

We are the wolves who dress as the sheep, never resting and refusing to sleep

Leave no survivors, we devour the dead
Scream while you can while we rip you to shreds

While we rip you to shreds
Rip you to shreds
Rip you to shreds

We destroy the things that make the world go round, we are the reason there is blood on the ground

We destroy the things that make the world go round, we are the reason there is blood on the ground

We destroy the things that make the world go round, we are the reason there is blood on the ground

We destroy the things that make the world go round, we are the reason there is blood on the ground

Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god

We destroy the things that make the world go round, we are the reason there is blood on the ground

We destroy the things that make the world go round, we are the reason there is blood on the ground

You'll survive, but you won't want to
Oh you'll live, but you won't want to

You shouldn't be outside in your condition, she shouldn't be walking in her condition
You'll survive, but you won't want to

Oh you'll live, but you won't want to
You shouldn't be outside in your condition, she shouldn't be walking in her condition

We destroy the things that make the world go round, we are the reason there is blood on the ground

We destroy the things that make the world go round, we are the reason there is blood on the ground

I have stolen the innocence of humanity, I can't forgive myself for the things that I've done

I don't feel the least bit bad, I won't apologize
I'm not sorry