The end must be nearing?
Some part of this world is cysted
Making it a hard time
Ones life ruïned by control
Thin waistline taken by chaos
I always hear them,
and always feel them
most of the times
even in my sleep
Some part of this world is a cancer
Trying to kill us all
Turning us to each other
And rape when they can
Just to destroy us all
Defence is not enough
They cursed our souls from the depths
of their blackened hollow heartshaped holes
in their chest, lacking a heart
And vomitting doom as tar from their diseased throats
Who can stop 'em all?
When comes the time?
poem by Alien Zoo
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