Hacksaw To The Throat Destroying The Vile Red Falcon
and it fades,
your memory of this day,
just let life repeat.
and never stop to think...
but i thought because it means something to me.
you always seem to forget,
but still it eats away at me.
you act without consequence;
completing your mission.
day by day taking it away,
erasing the few human remains.
this struggle you never question,
you pursue it through to the end.
and when you finally finish nothing will be left.
the purpose of flesh withers away in the decay of time.
