The Child that she carried
Was mine too
Dead in her arms.
Who or what had killed him,
Just a piece of metal.
Torn into shreds
By that unknown stranger
Director of the Rest.
What education do we sell?
If not got over this barbarism
By a power hungry animal
Craving to kill
That innocent babe
That never DID HIM ANY ILL.
Join me in my war against war
And peacefully win over those who crave for more
A Universal awakening that's all we need
To silence all
Who cause us to bleed.
Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:08 pm