A feeling of dread as cannibalism is spread,
a twinge of the heart is how it was all to start.
Jealousy is the master
and we are his tool.
murder, murder
says he is not so cruel
Yet to live and hate that is a great crime.
which plagues us all sadly
Till the end of Time.
Is pain worse than death?
or is death not freedom?
the master commands,
So we all comply.
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Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
