With the votes counted,
The hungry approach.
Space keeps escape stunted.
Man on man inside a floating coach.
The judgment of all heavily blunted.
Drooling like roaches.
.
Cornered and whimpering,
Their brothers draw nearer.
Given up and cowering,
The meal draws silence from fear.
Last breaths thin as string.
These people tear him heart to ear.
.
A saturation of deep crimson
Gently paints computer cables
As a herd grazes as bison
On the flesh of the unable.
Such little hope for Simpson,
Who's put into deaths cradle.
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The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air
PoetryThe complete genocide of the human species in rhyming fashion. 1,558 words.
