Chose your victim
get ready for the kill
neatly packed together
we rush and snap at will.
No rhyme to our reason
displeasure is well seasoned
with the thrill...
Let's chase this sinner
stone him to death
then sweep our dirty linens
under our beds
to rest.
Once the act is committed
you cannot go back
remember
loylaty to the pack.
Now I do to get along
sick promises sold
now seem so cold
dreams once fashioned
now seem so old
wearied
lacking compassion.
Now I must walk against the tide.
I stop and wait.
I must go back.
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