We are
wastes of a system
We are
wastes of the universe
We are
we are savage beasts
We are. We lie.
We arm. We die.
Deadly knives, raging lives
bloodcrazed waist
We are We are
fury masters, lonely monsters
blood tasters, rude assassins
natives of war, strangers of peace
U have molded us into this
questioned is the reason
pathetic excuse for a predator
believe in u i shall not
no more...
Not again not as always
not even if my heart is stopping
not even if i feel like hunting
ur thoughts of money
ur thoughts of corruption being yelled in my brain.
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