Weakness wielded the knife that severs humanity’s shallow little life.A hunger for greed and taste for corruption drive the death toll higher and higher.Nothing but drugs and alcohol to wash away the brutal but ugly truth for to foresee such tragic end is hell itself.To know so many will suffer at the hands of hypocrisy and political malfunction.A machine that never dies yet eats all in its wake of destructive intent.Promises made to obtain position only to piss it away and enrich themselves and slaughter those beneath their conceited and immoral feet.They help no one but themselves.Caring not the damage toll or body count.






About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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