The end

Im done pretending in this world of agony.

Some men arent worth saving.

The worthless are falling in heaps of ash as we burn them.

Call it life amongst the dead.

The end is near. t

o believe his horrble words of lies.

Try to come home again.

But soldier your dead for a cause he hates to prepare for you.

He is the poisen of our children.

He'll remember how you'll scream when your dead.

After its all done and said we'll be blown away to.

In the end.

He'll be our deaths

with all his lies.

He'll laugh as our children cry and die and suffer.

Stop this man

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Man. You have definitely gotten my attention here. This poem is so
angry. It's the kind of anger that fumes from a person that has gone
mad. You still managed to write with an amazing amount of critical
thought. This piece forces the reader to consider our lives and our
beliefs. You have indeed rocked my world. Brilliant!