The Prophecy People Pt.1 Poem by Vivian Gregsby

This is the life of people. They are cold beings tied to the motions of being masters.
Cold, dark, and evil.
must one repay the similarity in like form?
Must one bow down to the Great lord?
Maybe we all must be ignored!
To revel in the party of endless gore.
We seen it all great and small, as the war machines keep turning.
We kill for the lie, we live and die, despise others for living this way.
All the portions of greed and all the lies and decipt as you bite the hand that feeds.
Your are nothing more when the soul dies as you won't be remembered life moves on.
No Suicide will take you cause you own not your own soul that's the government.
Who will take you really cause noone actually runs the show.
So are you a liar? your dead
Are you a thief? then no bread
Are you greed? You died choking on gold
Are you gore, you died by a knife to your throat.
Are you a addict? You died by poison
Are you human? You died by your own hand
The only ones are entity's like us. Humans are unworthy the can't even have trust, here you go you mortal world we pity your heart must be so damned heavy. Let me see your heart and I will weight the scale tips down you will pay.