| Frozen in fright humans locked in iron sights. Soon most will be gone, just a few left to run, no chance to have any fun, we are useing loaded guns. Expressing pain with led. Count down all the times they whined and cried, bitched about meaningless parts of existing. Drug yourself, hug your mother, kill your brother, one after another. Lifes a cold hard lesson, time to die. All are done, just but one, I'm pulling the trigger, one, two, three times, shooting down the doves. Peace is dead, yes, even inside the Martrys head. Now, lay in your bed wishing it wasn't real, just a nightmare force fed. Count down to hunting days, hunting the humans that couldn't care for anyone or anything but their own greedy meaningless needs. Cocked and ready, the chamber of this gun will explode sending a combustion in the air, sparks and smoke, a bullet at high speeds pierces the creature of supreme worthless greed. |
