Treasure Island

nic hillen

(london england)

Hell On Earth


A cold world were evil lies
Under tired forsaken skies

Original sin injured at birth
On this worn tormented earth

Our lust for money leads to greed
Where evil routes are at its seed


Violence erupts when a clash of cultures
Ignorance quickly moves in like vultures


Nations disputes will bring world war
A rain of destruction will start to pour

Corruptive governments act inhumane
Control the media that poisons our brain


Our lust for money has made us blind
Much suffering caused by selfish minds

The word of God has become forsaken
A world fulfilled with these sins of Satan


I pray to God that we will be forgiven
When we've ruined the beautiful planet we live in

Submitted: Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2013

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