Kill the Sound

Kill the Sound

Carousels, spinning with chaotic intent — holding life to its center

Free thought creates hostile interactions — allowing madness to enter

Look up, God is in the stars — consuming and creating gravity

Like flies on wax paper, we can only watch the boundless depths of depravity

We were given favor among the Plagues — burning sin with varying degrees

But the antibiotics have become useless — and we’ve become the disease

Do we defend life’s basic instinct to survive no matter the cost?

Or will our own enlightenment determine we have lost?

Murdering prisoners congregate -kill everything but the sound

Resolve to killing themselves when no one else is around

Cracked eggs in a basket contaminate the unborn

The abundance has left us feeling weak and forlorn

It is our duty now — derived from guilt of obedience

To fall on our swords and finally end our sentience