Apocalyptica : Fourth Wall

 

"When you eat or drink,

where does it go?

I mean you are just bone,

no organs, or skin to contain.

So, where does the food flow"

 

"With your feeble brain,

you could never understand,

my body isn’t a temple,

it’s a whole island" 

Death quipped

 

"Do you sometimes feel you 

are being controlled,

Like sometimes your thoughts 

are not your own"

War said quickly, 

wondering where 

the words came from.

 

"What like some higher power 

controlling our every move? Nah"

 

"What about that bloke up there 

that keeps adding rhymes 

to every line we say,

putting us in strange situations

just to see how they play?"

 

"Oh him! he THINKS he controls us!"

Death stared directly at the writer,

as if daring him to test his skill.

 

"I’d kill

for another drink" 

War slurs

 

"Ohh, I need a wee,

drink goes right through me."

Death staggered off

stumbling through the bathroom door.

 

 

 

 

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