Making the world a better place
Slowly screwing its pretty face
Seeking the monsters come alive
Fools waiting on them to arrive
Hot flames of perdition crackle
Bloated shadows in suits cackle
As skin of our sons turns black
A victim of the constant attack
Machinations bear monstrosities
Spread as plague amongst cities
Dazed and confused by the glare
Of heads paid great not to care
So behold these walking corpses
Pupils dilated nothing is amiss
Stuffing their faces with trash
While earth continues to thrash
Imperfect stains of the disgust
Daydreaming of a porcelain bust
A picture perfect tale for eyes
Feeding minds that collate lies
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