Bodies burned in massive, graves for our infected, to wipe and cleanse out this, plague their death, can’t be in vain. Be in vain. Their death can’t be in vain now.
This is our life and how it goes, death too, ending too soon or not enough, time left, there’s nothing to do, too much to do, mind’s bend. This is all justifiable. About to break, I need to vent, repent, I need some space, some air to breathe, deep in, Before I take, my little knife, stabbing. Make this all right by me.
There has to be some order, through chaos, with what they’ve done, it might save us, those lives lost. Through their turmoil, and where they have gone.
Sacrifice the few to save the world, we have the right to save ourselves, sacrifice the weakest of the herd, to make our lively hoods assured.)
I need these swarms of people to just fuck off, leave me alone and let me live, just die. There has to be another way to live, without all of them here. Leaving the weak further behind, their fine, and if they die I know that I don’t mind, we need the space you know it’s true, don’t lie, this is all justifiable.
Few can see the point in it, to rid this world of shit, people that are just vermin, they do not deserve to live, they can all be test subjects, for a world without them, through their idioticness, they will cease to exist.