The bloodied bodies rain down on me,
Their screams echo like my scars,
The sky boils red like my eyes,
Beaten down, I look to the stars.
They lead me through the walls like a dog,
My feet drag on the pavement,
Broken, battered,
I walk to my doom.
Hall of Remains
This is my race,
We are so gone.
Slaves to machines,
There is nothing.
Humanity is gone and the whites of my eyes,
Are turning black from the putrid ashes.
Solid waste and organs litter the floor,
You killed them all you tyrant killers.
I recall the days where the blood and the pain,
Would be a figure of imagination.
"As we build our structures on the bones of your own,
We make you watch and sob like a wretched pig"
Hall of Remains
This is my race,
We are so gone.
Slaves to machines,
There is nothing.