All the war
All the hate
But a hymn to
Thanatos and his servants.
The corporatists
Flourish in our
Devotion to death.
Who are we,
But zombies
Saluting the flag
Of nullity?
Why, why so hard
to wake up? Why
this necrotic love
Of anguish?
Who are we?
How to wake
out of this
march to death?
