now
corpses drive the machine
the soil is filled with the ash of generations
do not pretend this life is real
reap the bodies, and sew the seams
this abomination is happening
the apocalypse is now
war wages on as children suffer
humans as slaves
our lies manufactured in factories
sold to us around the corner
over the counter
the very enemy you envy and hate,
they sit across the breakfast table
they pay your bills and help you out
trusting no one
this lie has become exposed
much like the filth of a thousand rotting cadavers
will you be my lying zombie?
will you be a slave to a society of hate?
take my hand now, and lets destroy something beautiful
This poem was written by Paul Conversano on Jun 24, 2008.
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Oh my gosh! Very powerful. Nice imagery.