Thrystan

We’re an army of puppets ready for assault
There’s no escape for deserted souls
You were my wound and added salt
There’s no regret for fallen walls

We try to escape the crowd of copies
A xerox Mother Nature still coughing clones
So many people, lovely zombies
I hate Her noise and bloody tones

No throne for you, the devil woman
The one scar hell had gifted us
You are death perfect , but still human
Producing satans in your class

So regenerating and falling under
Decayed like history of blind
You give us pain, you give us hunger
Enjoy the fullness left behind

A tear in your eyes as never seen
The stone cold hearted creature
Could be the changed one you had been?
Or planned imperfect feature?

You could never get out of there
Still trapped in a horendous body
The mirror still flooding your fear
And having lost space as a budy…

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