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Death March

Blood spurt, pouring out your pain.
You scream, you cry, you moan from the agony.
It does not end; it does not care for your life.
The flow drains your will, slowly conquering your body.
Do you regret?

Head smash, cracking your bound up hate.
You struggle, you twitch, you shiver from the misery.
It keeps on pressing; it reaches for your suffering.
The force holds your savoir, barely dancing out of reach.
Do you mourn?

Wrist snap, sounding off your violence.
You yell, you growl, you groan from the torture.
It will not release; it laughs at your hurt.
The break shocks your body, suddenly jolting your mind.
Do you repent?

This lack of understanding, this lack of common sense,
This lack of patience, this lack of thorough compassion
Eventually leads to our doom.
Now everyday we walk closer to our deaths.