Can you count the stars in the sky?
Can you count the deaths in the world?
The love of humanity has gone, turning the worlds
heart brittle and cold
The touch of grass is now full of cruel laughter
instead of whole
The sky is full of cruel unforgiving stars of loss
and pain
The deaths are symbols of the unfurnished house of
love and need
The need of a culture, of a world
Full of disgust and love of sadists
The need of perversion, the need of requirement
Has lost its sting
Oh death come take me, reclaim thy prize the gift
of sadistic human lives