The burdening anger we carry among us.
Enmity, a wall that’s growing by day,
Bounds come up, we are isolated now
With big shadows breaking us the more,
I wonder, why carry the heavy hearts?
Why do we seek war and never peace?
More misery not joy and happiness,
Death other than living as one man
Evil has eaten us up we are its accomplices
Our future I cannot tell for we are blinded
Blinded by this rage, a disease we have got
This that has destroyed us to be no more
With no sweet music to play in our ears,
But roars of red hot fires that await us
We are to blame for our own destruction.
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