When God created the earth
it was with samaritan intent
We would all be happy as it should. We would all repent
Happiness among man, that was the plan, if only it would work
But now, God has packed to leave, so I believe
and thus, has handed over the keys.
Bombing, shooting, robbing and lying
War mortalities, and hostilities rising at an alarming rate
No regrets, only anger and hate
piling up our dead for the wives and children to grieve
Our trusts, hopes and love
humanity is on it’s knees
We have no faith
no decency or affection
Children die, and bullets fly in every direction
in disturbed countries that have yet to find peace
The bloody violence may never cease
Please God, take back the keys
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