Rant Against Mankind

Its in the papers everyday, another rape or murder, another body in the grave. Violence begets sadness and then the carnage starts. This world is full of nothing but empty, broken, virus-infected hearts. It seems that the antagonist is the winner in this nightmare, theres no light in this dragons lair. This world has no semblance of sanity, it's as chaotic as the curses in the air, scales tipping to the balance in favor of strife. Critics call us a waste of life, what have we done to prove them wrong? Love lost in the bottle of liquor. We dig our own graves, we can't resist our vices they're too strong. You can cover your ears and scream till you drown out the cries, but the fact remains the same, all hope has died. Work to succeed and profit the war machines, technology, new ways to kill people. Guns dont kill people, we use the sword instead of the churchs steeple. Cry for world peace then push the button, annihilate another nation, genocide and homicide in matrimony crush beneath their feet the feeble harmony. Call me a pessismist but in truth im a realist, optomism is a word created to create a hope in nothing. For me the only peace in the world would be death and a place in heaven. I pray you don't reincarnate as a warhawk, laughing as you slay the children. You can scorn the hypocrites but you make yourself one as you do so.Your sins are just as dark as mine. You hear a flatline, its the worlds pulse as we draw nearer to extinction. Between good and bad Death knows no distinction. You think your immune to time, your a hill compared to the mountains its wasted. Human bloods the sweetest its tasted. Were its favorite victim, legacy's all you can leave, but even they are lost in the annals of time. What twisted sick sense of hate where we pray for death unto others, a mockery of family, of the love of brothers. Torture the landscapes till skeletons of steel conquer all. The philosophy of man, it will be our downfall. For what do we live? To oppress and depress Mother Nature and goodwill. We'll gorge on beauty till we've had our fill, till all we have left to live in are landfills. We'll drain the Earth till she has nothing left to bleed. Watch Karma strike us down, reduce us to the withering figures we ignore on the streets. We'll drain the Earth till she has nothing left to bleed. Watch Karma strike us down, she'll hew our heads and hew our feet.

- Spencer \m/ {[-_-]} \m/