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Nov 2016
7 billion mouths to feed
Empty bellies full of greed
Faithful junk food our main course
Of action to appease this force
So ravenous for what to do
We bite off more than we can chew
We need to have, we need to take
Mass consumption stomachache
Devouring everything in sight
Insatiable our appetite
So hunt we must, or starve we will
A violent image, made to ****
To conquer, ravage, seize and own
Ensuring lega-seeds are sewn
Elucidating our own birth
By leaving one more mouth on earth
Condemned to taste the wars of men
Destined to eat the rest of them
Eternal struggling, burden beasts
Will find only damnation feasts
No fruits of labor hanging down
Not one of them shall wear the crown
They hungered for so truthfully
But slaughtered for so ruthlessly
So it was, it is, will always be
Only in death are we set free
Humanity's a prison cell
We dine alone in God's green hell
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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