A Natural Born Killer 



Strip the clothes off his back,
he’s like any animal
A living, breathing, beast,
trying to conquor the earth
So far from extinction,
aside from its own bloody hands
Cutting it down,
building it higher
Going below,
deeper and deeper
Digging its own grave at the whim,
of the grim reaper

A Natural Born Killer

Not enough farms,
to feed the masses
Over populated,
wars are started
Disease spreading far and wide,
no one can hide
Everyone praying to the same god,
with a different name, fraud!
It knows how to love in small batches,
still, many doors locked on latches
The only species that kills for amusement
what an embarrasment

AntönyRös

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