Hand Grenades As Sparklers Poem by Devon Tremblay

How can I wake up if there are shadows among my eyes
How can I give love if everyday I want to die
Release me from my chains
Made of Broken Lead and Hurtful Names

We are all consumed
By this unwanted feud
We might as well pin our hearts upon our heads
Then bow down and pray for the dead

Call upon this ringing harmony
To descend down and cure the diseased
What a scene, a scene of broken flesh and scarred feet
Oh guide us to the well of life
To clean off the blood stained knife
Always begging, always pleading
A higher power to stop your bleeding
Where is the remorse?
How did we create such war

Lets leave, now that we have broken security
Lets fight the countries without harmony
After this battle we will have a celebration
A celebration of our brothers degradation
How cruel we have become
We're burn everything under the sun!
Give me the Grace to turn my cheek
Humble our hearts Christ
You are the defender of the weak
Now lets end this fight