Random Lines A World Away

Our shadows scream like six million sirens, awake, we find ourselves shackled by our own irons, not-so-blameless victims, cry out in terror, at our own funeral, we, the pall bearers, quiet are our steps on life’s final march, in perfect time we step, in horrific harmony, black is all we see, black is all we see, quiet are we, but our actions speak louder than words, poison spills from our viper-like tongues, toxicity floweth from our lungs, innocent blood covers our cracked and worn hands, we comply with his gruesome demands, our seed of death swiftly spreads, carried by the four winds, far, far away, time sends, the product of our laborious pains, utterly meaningless were they, pawns in a plan, all we are, lines in the sand, the battlefield has been drawn, the choice is ours…