My eyes have seen horrible things
Evil men thrashing about in vain
Headless children running in the streets
They all steal to earn their keep
Women who mourn and cry in shame
Lives destroyed by false accusations and blame
A great city has been laid to ruin
Yet its people still worship an iron moon
Clouds of black smoke burden the sky
Survivors never stopped to wonder why
When their hands still bear the blood
Their stone hearts, stripped of love
A silent noose waits for them
Over waters that reflect generations of sin
A bloody dove lies among the rocks and soot
With corpes that got trampled underfoot
The wicked's flesh has crystallized
Yet they see the damage through dead eyes
Human hands created this destruction
Now their future is filled with desolation
Their death fire has long burned out
The only sound is a cry from a child's mouth
A desperate man falls to the ground
Because the innocent are
nowhere
to be found.
Reason for writing:
because sometimes it's not the quality of the disasters that counts, but the quanity
Birth sign: Gemini
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