The time has come, the blood must spill
I must repeat this is not a drill
the child cries and won't stop until
the guilty and the innocent has been killed
they body up the bags for the body shall not rot
but when their face is covered their sacrifice is forgot
I won't tell anybody nor do I intend to stop
so as I sang a BANG BANG BANG that's when the body's drop
as I hover on your doorstep ringing the doorbell
I can hear the demons calling out from their burning pits in a hell
but don't be scared just be prepared there's a place for you as well
even though I've dammed your soul you probably shouldn't tell
- Author: Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 22nd, 2022 17:07
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 12
Comments1
'but when their face is covered their sacrifice is forgot'..
such a profound line
thanks for sharing
sorry im late to this that actually is my favorite line in this whol thing and im really glad someone else noticed it
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