(In response to “The World Has Gone Insane” by Jessica LaDuron)
People die all over the place
because of me
I am not a killer in haze
and I don't have the Fantasy
I kill people because I don't do anything
You kill people because you think there is no help, never
He kills people because he feels like a King
We kill people because we don't care, ever
And the real problem is that I stay calm, no screams in my head
And feel totally fine
I lay in my bed
And every second dies a child at the age of nine
I am so cruel
And I don't know why
I don't want to kill my world
But I don't even give it a try
I am cruel and selfish
And stupid and aware
And I live my live
No mercy to spare
Exactly like half of us, too
While the other half suffers from another disease
But there is so much other to do
And in the news we still find release
I wake up fresh and reborn
Go to work or so
While I'm torturing people
And I don't even know
We will all die
Cause war works so well
The question is When
And our souls will rest in Hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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