The Terror Error

Sordid screaming screeches for the lime light,
In form of sweet whistles of agenda.
No farces do we fight- candles we light,
To strike at aesthetics, no placenta.

And so the crocodiles gather to mourn,
Plastic masks, layered second we have worn.
For the namesake- names by which we have sworn,
Winners of the bullets, those who were torn.

The great fallacies of humanity,
Echo transitions to insanity.
Run your campaigns to make problems sub-side,
Run from your fears, show just tears, show your pride.
Oh! Such is one's denial of error,
Re-establishing the reign of terror.

The Conception of Victims

Projecting light,
It's stolen emotional might.
The man is breaking, waking up a madman's plight.

'' You can't reason,
You hurt the world,
Just like treason.
You wicked blend,
This is the end-
Final season. "

Mentally weak,
Happiness- Where should it he seek?
Like an unwelcome stray-dog, his future looks bleak.

" Your purely sick,
Destroy my spawn?
Is this your trick?
Sunshine fucker!
Sodomizer!
Gave life a prick. "

Two victims are found,
With sorrow they're crowned.
A disturbing sound,
Happiness is drowned.
This evil dark deed,
Society's symptom,
Of raping a seed,
Conceives,
Two of a victim.