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[kimosabe]

Welcome to Cell Block 427 it's 10 o'clock at night
Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep
And if you're hungry, if you fancy a bite
The guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap
They drag the body through the filth by a cruelly mutated arm
Up into the kitchen of the human factory farm
It tries to scream but can't without a tongue
One more slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory farm
[Recipe:]
Take your body, grease it well and rip the kidneys out
The sweat must be left on the skin, the throat allowed to bleed
Prepare a stuffing, smash the jaw and jam it down the throat
Then braise your beast for two hours for a healthy, filling treat
Back in Cell Block 427 the rest don't care if he's missing
Two beasts fuck frantically, fearful of their slaughter
One bloated specimen rolls off its mate and proceeds with pissing
The shit drips between his legs as he pisses on his rotting daughter

[kimosabe]

Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead
The army retreated, the soldiers have fled
The carcass of nations lies out on the plain
For many to question but none to explain

Such carnage, destruction

They came in their thousands, to die for belief
In a guardian of freedom, once branded a thief
Led to their slaughter, to fight for their wife
Trapped by a system that demands only life

Such carnage, destruction

The corpses are buried the day may yet come
When man reaps the land with a plough not a gun
The sorrow of millions will be buried with them
That demanded the death not the life of those men

Such carnage, destruction

[somerset]

Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead
The army retreated, the soldiers have fled
The carcass of nations lies out on the plain
For many to question but none to explain

Such carnage, destruction

They came in their thousands, to die for belief
In a guardian of freedom, once branded a thief
Led to their slaughter, to fight for their wife
Trapped by a system that demands only life

Such carnage, destruction

The corpses are buried the day may yet come
When man reaps the land with a plough not a gun
The sorrow of millions will be buried with them
That demanded the death not the life of those men

Such carnage, destruction
i like this poem, the first---not so much, but this one is good.

[thefalloutgirl]

sweet.

[kimosabe]

I hear you praying with your hands clasped over your chest,
I hear men slaying while they say "Keep doing your best".
I hear the laughter of someone up above,
Who's playing games in the name of love.
I hear you laughing, I hear you laughing.

I see people dying in the blood and the dust,
And the gunshots of viscious murderous lust.
I feel the sunshine as it heats up my blood,
I feel it burning like my hate if it could.
I hear you laughing, I hear you laughing.

I hear the silence of a kids suicide,
Who couldn't find any place he could hide.
I hear you laughing, I hear you laughing.

I hear the change ring as it hits your stell tills,
And all the loving you save for your dollar bills.
I hear my heart beat as I talk to myself,
I'm just statistics to help you add to your wealth.
I hear you laughing, I hear you laughing.