Someone can come up with a title for this one cause honestly, i couldn't think of one. sowwie.
It's about...everything.
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It wasn’t a lightening storm, no
That gave birth to our earth,
It was the one above,
That created us first,
Who made up colors?
Who made up thoughts?
Who made the metal turned to deadly shots?
What’s this spell that’s got mankind under?
We’re firing the bullets, without considering a number,
The victims, the targets, they’re all human,
White phosphorus they’re all consumin’,
They’ve tied up children,
Shot the parents,
It’s all about winning,
No thinking, no guidance.
Shooting bullets at their hearts,
Sticking knives in their arteries,
Like it’s a game of darts,
How could it be a part of me?
It’s not right, it’s not human,
Swimming in blood, they’re still human,
They’re the enemy, and you’re inhuman,
God must be pissed, to see his damaged humans.
They’ve held bodies, before they got cold,
Fresh, with fading spirit, five years old,
Why’d God make us, if this is how we go?
Copyright © 2010 Serena G
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