Like a Train Through a Pigeon

Avarice and stubbornness - converge into stupidity.

In two we have begotten our desserts and transform.

As we become food for the earth and for the rats.

I never forget a face and this time

I'm taking names - this time

I'm... Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the fortunate.

The fortunate

I am not, as

I have lived for hours.

My dying image, my innards are ripped and picked away by my "comrades" literally and figuratively, the teeth goes through the tongue.

I am willing to die for my fair share and for my share

I have died.

If I wake before

I die, there'll be hell to pay.

But for my share,

I'm left in half, so

I guess I'm ******.

Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the fortunate.

There were never signs of slowing down as it ripped right through me.

If I could just die before my children eat me, literally and figuratively, the teeth go through the tongue.

Am I dying or just waking up?

Am I dyign or just waking up?

I'm in half.

Mass Killing

Spree. If we all could just die before our children eat us.

Like a train through a pigeon.

I'm now filled with empathy.

If we all could just die before our children eat us.

A failure to move will result in your death.