The warmth of the cigarette, as its smoke thaws my chest.
The cool winter breeze, as the icy bristles clout my eyes.
The thick, lingering smoke, fading as my conscience lies unrest.
The sound of their laughter, as it’s quickly devoured by cries.
The smell of burning, as their bodies fade to ash.
The ending footsteps, as I stand at the end of my path.
The life I once had, all my dreams they had smashed.
The hatred within my soul, as my heart is filled with wrath.
The exhausted cigarette, for it’s light has gone out.
The melted snow flakes, putting out the dying flare.
The job is finished, they’re now truly lifeless krauts.
I light another cigarette, enjoying it without a care.

My head throbs hard with every heart beat,

Pumping with pressure as I fear defeat.

The pain starts to numb as the moments progress,

My mind rests in silence though severely distressed.

The warzone around forces its cry for battle,

As my weakening body prepares its death rattle.

My arms grow heavy as my legs both tire,

I struggle to stand steady as I slowly expire.

Everyday I'm here, every day's the same,

Everyday it feels like I'm playing a game.

An unfair fight where swords bare no power,

Where an extra life is sour and a moment's an hour.

Another barrage prepares to attack,

Bringing in their gear and cutting no slack.

Choking on my aspirin as my teeth begin to grind,

I clear my throat and say, "next customer in line."

I am a pillar of hate and greed, I steal what I want and I take what I need.
I assist with false hopes as I plant my seed, For I am a pillar of hate and greed.

Those cross imbeciles try to ruin my path, Though I cut them down with all of my wrath.
So this is to my friends and family and staff, If you **** with me you shall feel my wrath.

Don't confuse my games with self-righteous pride, It's behind these words I solemnly hide.
I take my wounds and move in stride, Though, again I stress, I do not live with pride.

From the base of jealousy it grows deleterious, As limp-minded city-folk pointlessly grow envious.
Futile lifestyles spending time so serious, When they're only growing more and more ****** envious.

The sound of a nation all heard in harmony, As they are broken in hope drowning deep in gluttony.
Cries left in silence though felt in agony, A colony of gluttony as our history's a piece of me.

With the thought of a loved one nothing less than a must, I've drowned in my pity, suffocated in lust.
Left alone in the damp, cold, dark to rust, Left alone to think, to dream in lust.

Through dried skin and sorrow and tattle-toned cloth, Comes the smell of a damper, more cattle-toned sloth. Cooking up and dying until stewed into broth, Everything's a chore for a dead-lazy sloth.

I am a pillar of hate and greed, I steal what I want and I take what I need.
I assist with false hopes as I plant my seed, For I am a pillar of hate and greed.

It's impossible to fight the urge to smile when she is near.
When I fall asleep after a days work her voice is all I hear.

I wake for the day and see she's still next to me.
I realize how happy I am to know that it's not only just me.

I've got time to spare I'll keep her warm a bit longer.
The more time I spend next to her I'll grow stronger and stronger.