| They can't hear it coming. They are just an act of accidents, and unwanted deeds. Poor little bastards with no hopes, no chance, no dreams, no life, so they say. Here comes that man, with the tools of steel to take him away. Blood spreads, life fades, children die in silence. Maybe he was an act of violence. Good bye little one, blessed by God, to die so young. Raise a fist and bow your head, he had it better than any of us, gone without chance, that's the best way for it to be said. Contortion, abortion, transforming. Little lucky one, dieing before you could breathe. Pleased are the parents, what a relief. But sanctified by the cults for what you've done, I say nothing is wrong. Just one less live to lose later. They dub you a hater, I call thee a savior. Without a chance, they die in silence, without any comprehension to the blessing they are. No real mind to think, just a soul in a state of stasis, this isn't hate, its the basis of freedom. Death, comes for all one day, so just let the Doc take him early, we'll call it fate. Take them away! Lifeless souls set free, never is there a need for them to see. The brutal ways that we believe, the unchanging rage that breeds. Better of dead than here, for they now have no fear. They cannot hear the slander, the propaganda, the evil within us all! They have taken a slight fall! never shall they crawl! they are free! |
