cold winds without words voices still unheard old men without souls place death upon your lips and say that you should drink do not think drink your chapped lips rest upon the rim a thought why do they not drink first if death is not to be feared what are these shadows reflected below the rim perhaps souls forever lost in lies but now the choice drink or think
a simple process deny basic human rights access to healthcare or escape from servitude then the untouchables die it’s a brilliant plan better than those gas chambers still we’ll need mass graves but not near mar-a-lago too close to genocide’s source an alternative use ancestry to link corpse to family tree then under threat of sanctions force country to bury dead there will of course be profits to be made by some body transport fees will help trucking and airlines but first we’ll extract gold teeth essential workers will be mostly affected but with depression college graduates will take whatever job we offer your america will once again be bankrupt but all of the poor will look just like your neighbors or like you in the mirror
lives so neatly placed into vanilla envelops filed away for the next of kin to research at a later day if ever the contents of these lives are quite amazing for some others are rather docile existences but all and all all worthy of our appreciation had their entry into these metal catacombs been due to acts of god or the sheer misfortune of age one could readily accept their departure from the living but to have been used as starter charcoals for the fire of the economy is less comprehensible or moral but that aside that has been the plan well at least for those with limited wealth
all were to gather according to their tribe some met in schools some in villages for the elders others in places of worship or places of their specific trade but all were to meet for the priests who lived apart from the people had said the lives sacrificed would bring prosperity but if no one entered the stoning pit all would perish a few nonbelievers questioned why more poor and elderly entered the pit but most merely gathered and awaited to hear the number of dead since saying the dead’s name was taboo and would awaken the god sia so like a herd of cattle the people followed the herdsman’s pavlovian bell