Decrepit prophet.
They say your words are painted with blasphemy.
The pigs are laughing at you,
You're but a dope fiend begging for a fix.
He sprints in crooked lines down the cityside
screaming scripted treason from the chapter in his mind -
desperately hunting obliging men to heed his call.
She awakes from her inert state and dashes out the door
searching for a psychopath in a crowd of drunken celebration.
She sees a stumbling man dash into a broadcasting station.
He interrupts the local news and continues up and up
until the shining sun on a window makes it look much like a mirror.
She reaches the top to witness his final steps.
The fear erupted on his face as he saw his reflection in the windowpane.
Thanatos stood looking back behind a glass wall.
He charged at the figure, as shattered glass flew
following the Insomniac to his dismal end.
"Hold on! Hold on!" she cried out to his still body.
"Hold on! Hold on!" no pulse was left in his limbs.
Silence choked parades as a crowd thickly swarmed.
They saw a weeping woman tightly clutching a perished man.
Cameras came with newsteams as writers started headlines reading "Psychopath's Grim Suicide"
She quickly spoke up, couldn't take it anymore. Saying
"This man was killed by our country as was half of the world."
She spoke of their weapons and the suffering it caused
As she witness her lover become mentally torn apart.
Parades became funerals to those they had killed
As a chant echoed in history singing
"Thanatos."
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