Warhymn For The Fallen Poem by josh mckinney

It's a bipedal circus,
These monkeys all trust,
And It's not what I came for,
It's not what I paid for.

The whip of the master,
The roar of the crowd,
It's not what I asked for,
So I'm walking out.

(This is the march-rhythm part now)
This. One's. Fallen Down.
In. to. Weakness Now.
This. One's. Fallen Down.
In. to. Mistrust Now.
This. One's. Fallen Down.
In. to. Despair Now.
This. One's. Fallen Down.
In. to. Hatred Nooooowwwww

They live in Weakness,
They live in Mistrust,
Just one of the many,
Just one of the many,
They live in Despar,
And they die in the Dust,
Just one of the many,
Just one of the many.

It's the bipedal circus,
That the monkeys all trust,
And It's not what I came for,
It's not what I paid for.

The whip of the master,
The roar of the crowd,
They're not what I came for,
So now I'm about
To Kill all the Masters
And Burn this tent down!

They live in Weakness,
They live in Mistrust,
Just one of the many,
Just one of the many,
They live in Despar,
And they die in the Dust,
Just one of the many,
Just one of the many.

closeminded fools,
closeminded fools,
just like everyone ellse
just like what i always knew!