Lost
giant stomp, romp hills
fast as fuck and hungry for cucks
guns sent up for towel covered blood
above top secret, silence
now the sound, death the only motion
around. Round and round
loops they flow
winded rivers straightened seem
secret of life, controlled
manufactured strife, presence of war
mistake, lessons learned
present and yore
repeated with purpose
kill kill kill
men, women, children, selves
lost
Hitchhiker 