If these walls could speak
They would choke on
The terrible tales they have
To tell
Aye did you ever wonder
Why they painted them white
Well it's because the sadists
Who built this town wanted
For the red to show well
I think I'm the only one left
To be repulsed by this
The rest are drones
Have accepted that they are
Human drones
But I can see
that all we're doing
Is killing on their command

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Never Catch Me
PoetryA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15