A mass of people
In tune and in concert
Moving and mowing through fields of grass
Destinations unknown
The distance covered
With the ebbs of energy
Like a tidal wave of destruction
They trudge through with abandonment
Grass trampled
Life forgotten
Emptiness growing
Forwards ahead
No notion of preservation
No willingness to observe
No time to consider
No mind to see
Where the steps take
These masses move on and on
Towards oblivion with each passing step
Whole swaths now laying in waste
Soil left destroyed
Organisms up into the wayside
Dirt bare and naked
Winds blowing harsher and harsher
The mass moves on unrelenting
Like an organism hellbent on the void
Its only purpose to see things burn
Like an eternal flame with no fuel
Like an echo of screams forgotten
Like the oceans crashing into shore
There will come tomorrow where steps are no more
With no time to see or look
Utter willingness to just walk forward
Will these be a dark dark book
Oh how they waste their hand in card
Pushing and shoving themselves onwards
There is no time for rest
Its all about the movement ahead
There is a prize with known cost
Who has the time to think
Who has time to pause
Who dares stops the mass
And get trampled into the soil
Face pushed down
Air no longer able
Lungs burn but feet pushing them down
Hands all bound on the ground
Only thing left to do is to accept and sleep sound
The masses must go on
To oblivion and beyond
Laying waste
