It ends in tears and blood spilled
When demons refuse to control their urges
To prevent dark thoughts
From usurping power and taking over
Embedding minds with a thirst
Only spilling blood will quench
When will it end?
This demonic plague
Which cascades and fills beings with no remorse
No empathy or sympathy for human life
When will this existence end?
When pain and bruises fly
A consequence of men too weak
In both mind and body
When it ends gallons would have spilled
Lives would have been lost
And souls would rotten and morphed
Into figures unrecognizable
Yet we shall still question
What she could have done
While refusing to see the pain left behind
By beings too weak to see the error of their ways
Beings to blind to warning signs
Which illuminate blindingly
When it ends
Blood will be spilled
Lives will be lost
Only the pain of questions will remain
Questions whose answers will lie with the bones
Of victims who could have been saved
When will it end?