Автор: Mr. Strange

For forever living in For forever dying in The shadow of a killing cross Born and held accountable Sworn to

Pools of blood of deepest red Waves that soak the world in dead Watch the bloodbath as it grows Drowning

Was I wrong? Wrong in assuming That nothing at all, without thought Would just fall into place? Was it hope,

Twisting the images Watching them grow Into what they are not Forget we forgot as they fed on what’s real

Colors diluted by the lies And painted thick across the sky Have seen all life whither and die I gaze

To see the world so differently Had never seemed a crime But still I felt the punishment of disapproving eyes

Your ambition has been disrupted Young minds so easily corrupted The system is fighting itself A fatal blow shall be

rashing in, down around my ears Brow-beaten self for all these years Enabling this suitable wall I’ve been afraid of

Wandering aimlessly Stricken with grief Self-hatred overflowing It’s eating away It’s eating away Obstructing virtue Overwhelming and growing The enduring

Aware, yet unaware. Falling, falling, why? Blind! Ignorance the key, stupidity overrides My thoughts belong to me, although my mind