As The World Slowly Turns To Blaze ~ Poem By: Myself

Sad as days are to come,

As the world slowly turns to blaze.

The dead arising from their crypt,

As if from some weird old script.

Dead are the ashes from our mouth,

World leaders we are without.

Fire consuming us from within,

as the puss rots from within.

Bedridden are our lives,

As we cut through the ties.

Killing and murdering is a sin,

Unless you are not within.

Cut by cut is the way to go,

Unless you are the prey of man.

Death is very easy,

Unless you get very queasy.