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The Dead Score



Grotesque figures
Looking so insane
With screaming faces
Frozen in pain.

Twisted arms
And broken bones,
Bloody skulls
Crushed by stones.

Skinless fingers
On severed hands,
And dead man brains
That make no plans.

Speechless lips
Sit upon no face,
And bloody holes for ears
Which left no trace.

Intestines leaking
Upon the ground,
And bleeding hearts
That do not pound.

There are no whispers
No words to be said,
For you cannot speak
With a faceless head.

Yes, severed heads
With missing eyes,
That were consumed
By shit eating flies.

There is only sounds
Of tearing meat,
As all the scavengers
Have now found their treat.

Yes, rotting flesh
Green with fungus,
Feeding maggots
That crawl among us.

Starving rats
Crawl down our throats,
Deep inside to feed
As our belly floats.

Yes, we are the dead
We are no more,
For we are the dead
We are the score.

Yes, we are the dead
And we are no more,
For we are the victims
Of politics and war…BWL

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