The  gutters are full with
Non-believers and
The obvious wrong.
I always knew they
would get there way
What the asked for
All along.
An easy way out…
Be it a bullet in there
Skull
Or poison in there
Stomachs.
The feeling is of remorse
But they only feel pity.
They’ve convinced themselves
Right In their
head
That everyone is just better off
Dead.