Perfection is death
in purity and peace,
never shall we flee,
from darkness and glee,
Never shall we hide,
from death
and abide
to rules
The chains of life.
Sheep are not as foolish as us,
know more than they trust the shepherd,
leading them to,
the slaughter house.
As silent as a mouce,
They accept their dull,
FATE
Yet we, filled with hate,
are hypocrites,
unwilling to accept,
what we have still kept,
as the slaughter house drowns,
with innocent blood,
In death we are perfect.
our vile mouths at last,
at peace,
in life we are vile,
As disgusting as the words we speak,
Nay,
even the mud we tread exceeds the cleanliness level
compared to our tongues
So DIE
dear folks,
and be, utterly,
Perfect.
