The thirsty savages that make up humanity are craving blood.

war
angels
famine
peace
hunger
destruction
cowardice
how many words follow suit - destroyed by an unthinkable military whose only via
ble conquest is that of being heard.
Carry these tired frames to a door that opens one way, cast them out and listen
to the screams and wailing as they are left far behind this world.
kill kill kill kill kill, murder is what you have done, and you cannot murder to
undo it. you cannot pillage and burn to fix this, can you?
hustle rustle, bustle, corroborate your factuality, it is in your dream, continu
e to a place where freedom lies, away from all the lies, dangerous, dangerous.
complications of a third degree, humanity cringes and wait and runs and screams,
and know that it is they who caused their undoing.