Napalmed bodies
Nostaliafire in the sky
drowning tears of sulfur
burning bodies to ashes
women and children dying
murdered
the genecide contagious lusting a world power with their greed
the flames still burn
the smoke still smells of marrow
their voice still screams
the napalmed bodies still smoldering
until you find yourself holding the very life of the one burning in front of you begging to die counting the bodies you've buried and burned you'll never know
what it's like to play god
what it's like to take a soul
what it's like to play god
what it's like to take a soul
haunted by the bodies that i've burried i'll never forget their pain. i can't sleep at night their cries forever heard. maliciously eliminate forming genocide. destroying everything in sight to stay alive. relentlessly killing for no cause of mine. their cries are choked in blood screaming "forgive me god". when the end comes will i be judged? forgiven?
widows bury fallen family
fathers bury their sons
will i live on to be the cause of so much pain and suffering. can i really watch these lives slowly fall erase from existence. taking lives, breaking families, stavation thrives, what good comes from war? i feel disgraced ashamed that i once felt this was right that i never could see that i was deceived.
will i be judged? forgiven?
will i be judged? forgiven?
will i be judged? forgiven?