A Thank You from the Dead

Everyday is a time to kill.
Kill a child, kill a woman, or kill a male.
The kiss of life cannot stay still.
In time, our remains will only turn pale.

Our bodies that once had color,
Has been discovered by our hero's.
We are the callers
That have less value than zero's.

Our voices grow strong
When they observe our interiors.
Nothing will turn up wrong
Because we trust our superiors.

The evidence keeps piling up
And the suspects are narrowed down.
Once in a while, our superiors are stump
But their determination does not make us frown.

Everyone is sitting in the room,
Anticipating on what will be decided.
The ending will be here soon,
As long as the opinions are not equally divided.

At last the ending is here.
Whether or not we get the glory,
We do not shed a single tear.
We are just happy you heard our story.