There Will Be None

A shamelessness beyond any reason

We ought to scalp the insidious disease

To unravel and to annihilate the needless

To eradicate and to destroy in numbers

Raising monuments on foreign fields

In enormous numbers from barren lands

preaching insanities built on dust and bones

A disillusioned reality - a pissed upon life

I am the spectator with a wolfen grin

Rejoicing every death, every life deceased

The more the merrrier, the less a burden

Stone upon stone

Mountains of bone

My will be done

There will be none