Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Humans burning with deep desire Wanting, yearning, seeking, trying Bleeding, pleading, crying, dying Beauty can be found in many places (Charred flesh; mutilated faces) Bullet shot catches Joe offguard Whining, wailing, then praying hard And finally shrieking, screaming As strange creatures, sharp teeth gleaming Stumble upon their hapless prey No God hath saved sweet Joe today A knife finds its way into one Child's chest; Beneath the shining sun The blade is withdrawn; as the red Liquid streams out, the newly dead Falls sloppily upon the ground Then silence circles all around I knew this human, awhile back Of evil heart he had no lack I loved this man; I loved the hate That filled his veins; a greater fate Was he awarded than other drones For this sweet son he was my own When I made it rain, made it flood This man he filled my seas with blood And my love's legacy lingers still War wages; perhaps always will Life lacks worth to the mindless few Still left alive; still fighting to Attain ideals long gone, long lost Securing strife at any cost Radiation has mutated their Sweet flesh; yet they strive on, to where They have no clue, just kill kill kill It's what they do and always will Alas I am content.
Reason for writing:
Bible thumpers be forewarned the apocalypse is coming
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