Goodbye Dead Souls


Little Souls, blind death

Christmas was close

But Jesus planned it differently

Loud cry, melancholy spirit

It was a gloomy year

A gloomy december

You will always be remembered

Innocent child, kind heart

What a cruel world

Disgusted society

Gunshot Pow Pow!

Broken heart, no emotion

Oh dear criminal

Dedication to kill

Kill without purpose

Sandy was a storm, a warning

Now it has become a target

A free country with no free-will

A Little Haiti, insecured

Unsafetyness to an extreme point

Goodbye my dying souls,

Goodbye dead souls.


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