Lure The Killers, Arm The Children Poem by Poetic Crisis

You wander until your lost,
Or you find the gathering,
Every other kind you can relate to,
We speak for restraint,
You nailed me down with your results,
So the crawling starts,
So where, So where will this end?


Oh my god, Take your bliss away,
I asked for this,
From the hollowed decisions,
It's not the night for redemption,
A sacrifice is at hand,


it never warns before the teeth sink in,
The terror holds its own,
You rebuild with nothing,
Will my blood be on your hands?
God had no clue what he was doing,
When he created you,
Because he let the devil have his say,


'I've lost my faith in the human race
We are all statistics anyway
I never had faith to begin with
I knew the serpents would take me
The only thing I decided was to let them
And now the host is too far gone to save'


Let's give the killer candy,
Let's give the child a gun,
It's not working out anyway,
Let's just try this once,
Let's make some sparks fly,
The world isn't ready for change...