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An odorless lust for human blood

We've fallen ashore

To greeting by spike and spade

A friendly forward stun

All who could testify

They've gone to flee it seems

Desperate was the action

Regret was the result

We, who have become

simply fuel for the grinding

What is there to grin upon?

A lack of statement

In these troubled times of ours

Tolerating has become national sport

What has fallen from the sky

is something that once rose in the oceans

Puking back the foul waste

that we neglected to mention

All the youth took the blame

All the management shook off their shame

Coordinating needs for business

with needs of the people

Sir, if I may, we demand to know

what will become of you, if we up and leave?

Stages of doubt are far and forlorn

Settling in is the pressure to escape

Fury ascending, fury reaching peak

Apologies disregarded, flashlights discarded

You've insulted us for the final flash

What may be retrieved from the thiefs

At your disposal, ten figurines

All granted life

Each one leaves in minutes passed

Laughing, carrying on

Blade overhead, spying patientally

Spirals

You've nothing left

Not a damn thing to kick up or down

Maybe

You'd get the intention

If we tore into you with an example in hand.