The killing season,
Has begun.
Red is this autumn's color
They say.
With their fingers woven into the carcass
The soft,
Mutilated body
Of yesterday.

Their eyes are blackened,
To please the false idol
Worship the hypocrisy
Guilty of their hear say crimes.

Round 'em up!
Shut 'em up!
Another notch in the assembly line.

The industry wants,
You.
To hack of your limbs
And give them to the cause.
With a pleased smile on your face
And expectations burning behind your eyes
As you pay your due.

To this
I simply say,
Fuck you.