Ingesting Death
April 19, 2013
Strap me to the machine
and inject me with your facade.
It's the best we've ever seen.
It's the best they ever saw.
Genetically altered frown upside-down
To bodies dropping dead without a sound;
A sort of chemical clown
Being passed out, passed down.
"It's fine," they said in past tense
Which made absolutely no sense
While the body count became immense
As the machine straps another one down.
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