Here they come
In the millions
Marching strong
Axe in hand
A blood thirsty look
A desire to kill
A smile on face
No regret in mind
We run
We hide
We pray
We cry
Here comes man
With their axe held high
We hide our young
Protect with our lives
We hold them close as they cry
For you see
We’re not much different
For we love
And we cry
We watch in despair
They tear it apart
They take their axe
And cut our lives short
Their eyes glow red
Have a thirst for death
They smiled wide
Teeth shine bright
These monsters
Hold their axe high
We can’t defend
We just hide
We can’t finish
Your brutal attack
We watch our lives go
With every swing of your axe
That’s another year gone
Stop your brutal attack
You finally leave
Away with your army
Of two legged monsters
Back to your families
We’re left with the aftermath
Lost loved ones to your axe
Lost our homes
Left with half of what we had
We dread the return
Of man and his axe
For we’re always left
With less than what we had
If this continues
We’ll be no more
We hope man will stop
Or we’ll be gone forevermore.
Follow Demi-May on Instagram at @12dmpstr45
Man and his “axe” are the only reason we’re all still here.
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