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'' Those Who Are Left In Despair ''
While writing a story,
Both wicked and gory,
The debauchery ran out of steam,
There was I in all my glory,
Searching for the ultimate extreme.
As we advance,
We take more of a chance,
The limits are forever expanding,
The guts and gore we do love to enhance,
We don't want to leave anyone standing.
In books it is written,
In films you are bitten,
Blown apart and still they survive,
With the bug of brutality we are smitten,
It's now a crime to leave anyone alive.
In computer games,
We'll mention no names,
The violence is now out of control,
Murdering for fun while stoking the flames,
The virtues of death we extol.
Reality television,
Gives us the vision,
To watch as life's put at risk,
For the demise of another we show no derision,
This is real it's not on a disc.
More and more,
Genocide comes to the fore,
We've a desire to watch to the death,
Weapons of woe every country does store,
They'll ensure we take our last breath.
As the innocents die,
We just walk by,
The truth is we no longer care,
We've became immune so we just deny,
‘' Those Who Are Left In Despair ‘'
Both wicked and gory,
The debauchery ran out of steam,
There was I in all my glory,
Searching for the ultimate extreme.
As we advance,
We take more of a chance,
The limits are forever expanding,
The guts and gore we do love to enhance,
We don't want to leave anyone standing.
In books it is written,
In films you are bitten,
Blown apart and still they survive,
With the bug of brutality we are smitten,
It's now a crime to leave anyone alive.
In computer games,
We'll mention no names,
The violence is now out of control,
Murdering for fun while stoking the flames,
The virtues of death we extol.
Reality television,
Gives us the vision,
To watch as life's put at risk,
For the demise of another we show no derision,
This is real it's not on a disc.
More and more,
Genocide comes to the fore,
We've a desire to watch to the death,
Weapons of woe every country does store,
They'll ensure we take our last breath.
As the innocents die,
We just walk by,
The truth is we no longer care,
We've became immune so we just deny,
‘' Those Who Are Left In Despair ‘'
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`` Those Who Are Left In Despair ``
`` Those Who Are Left In Despair ``
