Necrosis – Day 303, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Necrophiliacs!
Dead men in a suit who have yet to lay in their caskets,
Is what presidents should be called.
Nonetheless,
Most humans all across the world are dead set on an endless funeral not worth attending.
Urging for a hero to save their country,
No matter how rabid we carry ourselves for a taste of money,
Power,
Lust,
Drugs lost souls die over with smiles on their faces,
Eyes wide open.
Good thing I’m sober from it all as I take heed to God’s omen.
How it’s all falling apart the more soaken wet we become from,
Each other’s blood in the name of a game we all lose when it’s all said,
And,
Done…