Beasts Called Humans


Murderous, destructive, terrible things,
What a pity angels lost their wings,
To demons, beasts as I recall,
From heaven, so empty made them fall.

They killed and plummeted into life,
And took it all without the knife,
They created wars among the past,
And into Hell the rest were cast.

So full of hatred and covered in spite,
So deadly, and kill they might,
The destroy the angels in this world,
Among all deadly sinners were hurled.

They do not die, they just keep coming,
Without number, no need for running,
They take their prey and claim yet another life,
These beasts are such a terrible strife.

But worst of all, I really must say,
Is that with each passing day,
I wouldn’t care if I turned to sand,
As I’m one of these beasts called humans.

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