The Society Laments
The society laments Our souls died in that pool As blood seeping into thousand gloppy hearts Road to the last stage of cramping purgatory completes its pavement right on the spot Human southern of that acidity Turns its face with that pretend sanity A wind blows You are sane You are a good person You know justice You urge for the rule of one-for-all solution You cry for revelation of the making of those monsters (Which you probably don’t actually care) Yet listed upon the walls of faces and voices, The glimpse of what is becoming us betwixt threads of tiny tinge for the very essence of civil human You chose to ignore (See?) Say, one word, for a justified reason to kill An absolute one without twist Destined to fulfill only your own thirst of that savage gossiping justice Indifference to what lies beyond your very own precious and peaceful life Yes and kill Without thoughts further than that surging thirst Eliminate the demon