PART THREE?

Bones Rattle Part one: And even as this spills unto the page I smell the trouble we are in friends We might have reached the point of no return We endure our ways to merely exist these days The majority cares less and less or not at all Carry the weight all by ourselves? Might as well file our nails! Part two: Restricted by our humanity Dismiss genders A Leather Bound Fable We are all brothers A hotel room drawer Let them eat cake Crosses Flavor is not the issue Excuses Diverse your tastes Murder! Death comes too soon The reaper Doesn’t seek skins Doesn’t want Bodies Dressed human flesh Drenched multitudes of fragrances Dominates our day to day Ends! Armand Hamouth