We barter mortality like groceries,
drafting rules for the slaughter.
Pretending
it’s a sin to kill
the unarmed, the unaware,
the helpless and the hapless.
Do you think death knocks before taking over your furniture?
Do you think death loses sleep over sinning?
Do you think you would, if you were the one bringing it?
Morality is a mortal excuse for immediate immortality.
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