Meaningless(slaughter)

What are 50.000 men on the count of milions 
Ample bodies to be covered in body bags 
I tie the rope tightly round 

Once round 
Twice round 
Thrice round 
Quarter up 
knot tied 
Eyes dark 
lifeless below 
Filtered light 


50.000 beings of the race of men 
Pass underneath my worn out hands 
As I tie the rope 

Once down 
Twice up 
Perfect loop 
Squandered breath 
Lofty pull 
Perfect knot 
Neck bound 
Tied down 


50.000 men 
That is to say what's left of them 
Set alight in one infernal blaze 

1 spark 
Full ignition 
Mind soul 
Caught inside 
Neck tied 
Funeral imminent 
Incinerating convenience 
Forthcomming solutions 

50.000 men among milions,bilions 
Death to no possible end 
There the grim reaper stands confused 

He nods 
Looks certain 
Yet confused 
For something 
Without eyes 
To lead 
Or guide 
home bound 

50.000 souls to take down into the bowels of the universe 
50.000 clocks who's time had not run out 
50.000 sins to be added to mankinds sheet 

All to have one certain Mr.Grim Reaper astonished by the feat