Civil Serpents

Wading through a sea of ghasts Empty souls with eyes downcast Lined up with thier time elapsed Sheep amassed Shriveled skin on crumbled bones Coming from their broken homes Have nothing to call their own They want something Come from nothing Seen the depths Of our hate Lacks the strength Postulate Can't help but just stagnate Wading through a sea of ghasts Empty souls with eyes downcast Lined up with their time elapsed Sheep amassed Shriveled skin on crumbled bones Coming from their broken homes Have nothing to call their own Been failed by the social structure Buckling from immense pressure No safety net To pay their rent Covered in sweat Needless torment

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026