Inhuman Poem by Patrick Szwaja

Inhuman



the sirens lay weeping bloody tears

from the gouged remains of their eyes

blood soaked carcass revealing of fears

the world harbors until the day of demise

fallen as angels, wings burnt and black

our race is a self destroying infection

heaven’s gates are shut no one’s getting back

welcome to the inhuman generation.

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