A little bit Vague

Wed, 07/02/2014 - 12:36 -- Ocen


There’s Suffering and crying, and a lot of people are still dying

World leaders getting richer while their peoples bodies are piling

Up to a mountainous top, corpses spewing like the steam from a boiling pot, of Genocide

When the blood starts spilling it seems to never stop

Flowing like a river with a pretty, CRIMSON RED! but the beauty goes unnoticed because everyone is dead

The people responsible relentlessly hide behind militia like cowards

Give orders to blast SOULS to oblivion right when shots are fired

At their ego, Bleeding out when WORDS smack their ID

Revealing that the true face of world terror throws tantrums like a kid

And just like a child without apathy, this egocentric bully kills repeatedly

Causing tears to be lost forever like a dead rebels dignity

Eyes cried dry in the ducts of his and her families

Now those warriors become just another soul that’s become lost to eternity

It’s sad to say that this curse will last forever, us killing one another

Passed down by our fathers, keep us running to our mothers, the pain fear and sorrow that can't calmed by our sisters

Seems as if we’ve lost all sympathy because we still paint history with the blood of our brothers


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