Maximum Carnage

You shattered my soul

With rampant hypocrisy.

I can no longer muster

The soul behind sequential smiles.

You feed me with twisted sweetness,

Leaving me wounded

By deadly pride.

Will it matter

If I bleed to death

In your stenching garden?

Your eccentric race

May bludgeon my innocence

But my shattered soul

Will destroy the mask that matches

Your face of a thousand silhouettes.

Your garden of guilt

Will be my source of light

Into a violent peace.

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