Noticing decay amongst the living,
Showing thoughts of hell animated.
Once good people - thoughtful, giving,
But life for death is what they traded.

DRIP, DRIP, DRIP.

They walked a life of gratitude and joy,
Opening their minds, filling other gaps.
Only if they had known, it was not a toy,
But an avenue for death, a devastating sap.

DRIP, DRIP, DRIP.

Now they have entered, the land of the torn.
Skin merely stretched over a frame of bone.
Midnight screams of hate and scorn,
This was the reality of the Chemical Warzone.

GenoCide ěVOiDě