Servants of Suffering

S. O. S Servants of Suffering S. O. S Welcome to your doom Sat in my bedroom I contemplate Years gone by Seething with anger Wiping tears of regret away The years have not been kind To the choices made by man Had enough of listening To the voices from beyond Heed the lessons of the past Bear witness to atrocities that have amassed The body count of human kind Is a stain on our collective minds S. O. S Save our rotten fucking Souls Not that we deserve mercy We're servants to our suffering Worry not, they say With no concern or regard for their mistakes No second thought or bathing of an eye As they take without giving Leaving only ruin in their wake