My discontent

Take them all to the darkened courtyard
Chopped them into chunks
Bag them up and count them wait until the flesh is contained

Feeding your loved onee is a human right
People fear infection, don't forget to tag the last one

Apply
Pressure
It's better
To end your life
Prepare suppertime
Conditions dormant
We never seem to dine
The best's gone off
It's angelic, it is
Could we all be dead?

I see one thing that's missing

It's
Just like Hersey
Hersey
Why
Comply, a sick campaign
Millions of men
It's
Just like Hersey
Hersey

Imprisoned
Pride
Treated like animals, sever the link of the land
The spirit
Suffers
Taking an external rest in turn

I've seen the wall
What could have been?
Am I dead or alive?

Mistaken Chores
Surely denounced
They were grilled while alive

I see
Feeble,
Feeble souls

Feelings
Stopped now
Your savior's gone

Imprisoned pride
Treated like animals, sever the link of the land
The spirit suffers
Taking an external rest in turn

I've seen the wall
What could have been?
Am I dead or alive?

Mistaken Chores
Surely denounced
They were grilled while alive


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