Mood: on fire
World Made Red
Eves mistake is a wandering ghost
Adams blindness has shaken the shores
A scarecrow in the middle of the fields
Surrounded by the hate driven crows
A leader of the land stands up to give help
And falls from a bullet of pain and no conscience
Wars arise from bloodthirsty soldiers
Eagerly awaiting and ounce of blood
Spilled by the madness of their lost souls
The 10 Commandments made of stone
Withered worn and drip droplets of sin
Murderous mothers know not what they do
Because 16 is too young to notice
Death to souls not yet born
O well not my problem anymore
A gun is young and knows not what it does
Its blindness is in the eye of the beholder
Its bullet does not stop in the chest
But the shrapnel spreads to all around
Creating puddles of tears of red
That we blatantly walk over everyday