As The Guns Blaze Poem by Poetic Crisis

The weak forced to fend for themselves,
We painted this picture, It is now our hell,
The angels hold their tears, As they will cry,
The whispers in my ears slowly will die,
They all live in fear as we all wonder why,
We're looking up as they look down from the sky,
As we will fall, The angels are calling,
Whispers are not heard, The screams are acknowledged,



Time will now feed on the belly of the beast,
Let's let our hate empower our fate,
As the guns blaze, We will fall into flames,
Let's prepare the feast for the world's population,



The flattery is gone as the bullets fly,
You are breaking evil on everyone of us,
How can we laugh when we're slowly dying?
Holding the hand of your eyes desire,
We've given up all hope and forgot our search,
Nothing matters to us and that's what hurts the most,
The reincarnation of what we will become,
Down here, Still breathing, We live in our tombs,



Time will now feed on the belly of the beast,
Let's let our hate empower our fate,
As the guns blaze, We will fall into flames,
Let's prepare the feast for the world's population,



As our world dies, We hold them to be crucified,
We mask them for pleasure, It's not worth the trouble,
We're feeding with the parasite, You resemble an angel,
Hanging in the distance, The elephant is blending,



Time will now feed on the belly of the beast,
Let's let our hate empower our fate,
As the guns blaze, We will fall into flames,
Let's prepare the feast for the world's population...