The creator gave us veins
Gave us blood
The creator gave us pain
For a reason
The creator wanted us to suffer
Before the cries of new-born baby
Come the cries of mother
The creator gave us a brain
So that we may wonder
As mankind progresses
We will often recess to search of
Where is the beginning?
Where is the beginning?
The beginning lies
Under craters of catastrophe
Evolving sin
Murder, adultery and blasphemy
Reality
Now far more warped
Than fantasy
A single apple gave not power
But deceit
Mankind became a fire
That hungered for more heat
For from our creators gift
We’ve only learned
To create a greater suffering
On this football field of dreams
We keep on fumbling
From spear to dagger
To sword to guillotine
To revolver, shotgun
Assault rifle, laser beam
Missiles and bombs
And nuclear sleeping pills
MURDER, MURDER, MURDER
KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL
From simple to land, sea, air
To war with chemi-KILLS
All media was born
By the great forms of specti-KILLS our great inventions
Gave greater purpose to medi-KILL
And yet with that
We do not see
That greater suffering
Isn’t what we need
We were meant to find
The word defined
By the creators gift
But love never came to mind
Of why we all exist
That’s why we toss love
In the same river that we piss
Why we rub salt
In a scared man’s wounds
Why we pour liquor
Over sacred land tombs
Creator now angered
Will give us what we want
Sitting across the line
Of the battle being fought
Delivering all destruction
Giving in to what we crave
Souls set aflame
To engulf our human frames
Letting our hunger devour us
Eating us alive
In the end
We become cannibalistic
BY OSCAR TORRES LEON
