The Happy Butcher

Hatred is true expression
When the dust settles
All that is left is guilt
Pain and suffering
These are my only feelings
No room for love
Trust
Or joy
All love crumbles to dust
All trust is betrayed
And all joy is trodden upon by the masses
The sheep
They fear not the slaughter
But in ignorance
Deny its existence
Oh to be that happy butcher
But I too
Am a sheep
Doomed to be slaughtered
Is there joy to be found
In that ultimate ending
Or is that too
Tainted as in this place
Nothing is clean
Nothing is pure
Nothing except hatred
Nothing except pain
Nothing except suffering
Hatred is true expression
When the dust settles
All that is left is guilt
Pain and suffering
These are my only feelings
No room for love
Trust
Or joy

By Drake The Dark

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