Dead men tell no tales…lips forever sealed
Live men create dead men…eternal act
Heart ceases function, blood is congealed
No deity’s involved…infinite fact
The urge, the quest, necessity to kill
Primal in nature, inherent in all
The unseeing eye doth provide a thrill
Corpse of enemy or bug on the wall
Each day something dies so others can live
Merciless system without due remorse
A world of “take” that shuns concept “give”
Degenerate place… ‘t is best described coarse
I cannot kill and heretofore will die
My fate hath been seen by unseeing eye
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