Yaphet Kotto / Suicide Nation
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Every word was written in spite Just as you foretold We will never see your shrouded face Plagued by your plight... And it was told This day would come The sands of time have finally run Feasting on the dead (The verminfeed) Unable to breathe What about your crime? What about my crime? These mouths remain so hungry While the others continue the feast How long must we suffer in our own misery Fortress charged, ashed True colors now exposed Spontaneous combustion Deprived demons rejoice Every word held in contempt Riddled with your grief We will never speak so eloquently... We collapse and die...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026