99 Gallons of Blood

99 Gallons of Blood

99 gallons of blood on the street
99 people you’ve ground into meat
Intoxicant… the greedy fuck couldn’t care
Escape the world… who? what? where?
Machines of steel devour the flesh…
Still, the sordid fuck is the bringer of death

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” plead, plead
Feel the shame: bleed, bleed
Thinned-out blood infests their veins
Eliminates “real”, receives only stains
Of sight, of sound, of blood, of screams
Nightmare maker, destroyer of dreams.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

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