your heart beats in your ear

Like the thumping of a tribal drum

And this incessant pulsating

Fuels the fires of your hatred.

Yet all amongst these 'men'

Amidst the blood and gore and puss,

Lives just another creature

Another violent, tormenting creature.

That reaches out in darkness

And grips you by the throat,

Pulling you down further

To the incessant murdering heartbeat.

And still you close your eyes and pray

And hope and wish for more,

While the long clawed fingers of 'men'

Grip and tear at human flesh.

A blood curdling scream

Is torn from your lips

As warm, life giving blood

Splatters hard against the wall.

And while your eyes are wide

And the insane laughter echoes all around,

The pain rings through your ears

Shaking your body to the core.

And while those claws hold you close

And tear at the tender pale flesh again,

The warm thick blood drips slowly

Down the warped and dirty stones

and bricks of humanity.


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speak to the dark angels