human waste
The human race, all it does is rise it's weapons,
to kill the world's children so they will never regret them.
However there will be no one to carry our burdens.
Instead they will live as long as we say
And now in the mist of misery and death
there is absolute nothing to defend but our "government".
Now we have enslaved ourselves in a maze with no escape
because then we would be traitor if we didn't obey.
For now we fight for the freedom they promised in the beginning
but how can we ever be free if we are always dependant?
We are showered with presents and glory with no ending
which feeds our endless greed and helps them to enslave us
So I reject the idea of being a patriot,
it is worse than the Virgin Mary being pregnant by Satan.
I'd rather crash in the gates of hell with my airbags taken
then be carried by Jesus to my grave where i will be forsaken.
Just like a cannibal child feeding on their mother before birth,
there is nothing in the galaxy to quench our blood thirst.
We don't value life so we don't need a soul, we bury it with our body under the earth.
Filled with hatred, our hearts begin to pump poison for blood matching the dead color of dirt.
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