Raise and take the
silver wares the feast has just begun,
The suit clad heavy
plastics faces began grinding their steel teeth,
The hall filled with
cluttering voices of the scavengers,
Biting and tearing
the delicacy churned by the sweaty trodden...
Sun flaming and
striking it's whip on the skeleton clad bodies,
The barren land
pulling down the strides of weakened souls,
Up above the
scavengers was flying around in circles...
The giant metal wheels
was slowly moving in,
Crushing and clearing
everything that came on its path,
The trail of red and
green was left behind...
The pile of dead
bodies was lying on the stage,
The pyre set for
final show down...
Clad in white suit the leader was standing high on
the podium,
Raising his hand to
the sky he lit the flame,
Slowly he lit the
pyre as the members cheered him aloud,
As the sun began to
hide behind the grey clouds...
- For the Unspoken Souls
