they ride through distant lands
greeting creatures with a hand.
meet them, eat them, be them.
they are no longer man.
they are animals.
they scream as they tear apart the skin.
when teeth become a greater weapon than the knife
and their only sustenance is life.
there's no keeping time
and the body burns as per the sick design.
can't wait for it, to let you go outside.
they've done away with any place to hide.
now they're low on patience
and cant help it if you cant run away.
but you can stay and join the parade
and masquerade with people's faces.
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