Fear breathes like rabid dog
Hair stands at thought of approach
Modern oblivion reads like cult classic
Each word bolder than the last
We glance, but do not read
Skimming our way toward annihilation
Everyone has an answer
But no one understood the question
Must read further
Must continue to be ignored
Until my screams penetrate
Like so many teeth in your throat
Maybe then
As death takes us
We will finally embrace
The truth so plain
And laugh at the hell we willingly birth
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
Fear breathes like rabid dog
Hair stands at thought of approach
Modern oblivion reads like cult classic
Each word bolder than the last
We glance, but do not read
Skimming our way toward annihilation
Everyone has an answer
But no one understood the question
Must read further
Must continue to be ignored
Until my screams penetrate
Like so many teeth in your throat
Maybe then
As death takes us
We will finally embrace
The truth so plain
And laugh at the hell we willingly birth
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