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THE HORDE
All the little girls
So perfect
So pretty
you can take them
the beast must feast
So hollow inside
And putrid
I savor
I hear you talking
But can you hear me?
Can we play? Can we play?
Before it's time to slay
"We trust in him
He'll protect us
Look at what he can do
Let him show the world
How powerful we can be"
We, we, WE are the broken and scarred
Pull ourselves from the dark into the light
So the BATTLE, SO THE BATTLE BEGINS
Bruised and torn, we are the horde
I WAKE UP EVERY MORNING AND PUT A GUN TO MY HEAD
I CANNOT SILENCE THE VOICES, the voices until I'm dead
I do not want to hurt anyone but, still, I have to
WE MUST GIVE THE BEAST HIS DUE
I have red socks
I have blue socks, too
You might be pregnant now
All the little girls
So perfect
So pretty
you can take them
the beast must feast
So hollow inside
And putrid
We savor
We are GLORIOUS
We will no longer be afraid
Only through pain can you achieve your GREATNESS
The impure are the untouched, the unburned, the unslain
Those who have not been torn have no value in themselves and no place in this WORLD
We, we, WE are the broken and scarred
Pull ourselves from the dark into the light
So the BATTLE, SO THE BATTLE BEGINS
Bruised and torn, we are the horde
We
we
WE
ARE
THE
HORDE
You are different from the rest
Your heart is pure
REJOICE
The broken are the more evolved
Rejoice
So perfect
So pretty
you can take them
the beast must feast
So hollow inside
And putrid
I savor
I hear you talking
But can you hear me?
Can we play? Can we play?
Before it's time to slay
"We trust in him
He'll protect us
Look at what he can do
Let him show the world
How powerful we can be"
We, we, WE are the broken and scarred
Pull ourselves from the dark into the light
So the BATTLE, SO THE BATTLE BEGINS
Bruised and torn, we are the horde
I WAKE UP EVERY MORNING AND PUT A GUN TO MY HEAD
I CANNOT SILENCE THE VOICES, the voices until I'm dead
I do not want to hurt anyone but, still, I have to
WE MUST GIVE THE BEAST HIS DUE
I have red socks
I have blue socks, too
You might be pregnant now
All the little girls
So perfect
So pretty
you can take them
the beast must feast
So hollow inside
And putrid
We savor
We are GLORIOUS
We will no longer be afraid
Only through pain can you achieve your GREATNESS
The impure are the untouched, the unburned, the unslain
Those who have not been torn have no value in themselves and no place in this WORLD
We, we, WE are the broken and scarred
Pull ourselves from the dark into the light
So the BATTLE, SO THE BATTLE BEGINS
Bruised and torn, we are the horde
We
we
WE
ARE
THE
HORDE
You are different from the rest
Your heart is pure
REJOICE
The broken are the more evolved
Rejoice
Published 11th Oct 2021
Author's Note
©2021 Frank Green
Based on and borrowed from Split
Based on and borrowed from Split
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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11th Oct 2021 4:35am
Wow... touring through the maze of your mind is exceptional at best... and giving credence to the darkness, whereas, it heightens a great movie.. very nicely mused my poet
14th Oct 2021 11:43am
