Flees frolicking into an unknown fantasy

Flees frolicking into an unknown fantasy

Between happiness and melancholy

Freshly picking at the flowers of pollen

Sucking each one dry so they scream

Until they cry

Pandering unknowingly, but always conscience of their next cause

Their next move to slaughter someone else  

To directly and dominantly execute dense matter

The same matter that makes up them

The same matter that gives them authority

But is supreme authority

Enough authority to kill

To murder