Death to the Living

You push your lip out in a pout, while blood is spewing like a spout. Your eyes are open in a glare, but no matter where you look you'll only find despair. Open up, open wide let the poison spill inside. You will die, you will rot we shall laugh - we care not. All we dead who cannot live we shall take initiative. To torture every living soul to rip their heart out and place it in a bowl. Screaming sorrow, pooling blood--humanity shall drown in a flood.