Treasure Island

Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Machine Of War

Self manipulated.

Down to the T inside my bones.

Written in the dust.

With the machine driven by War.

Blood must be spilled.

Screams must be filled.

Mr. Money and Mr. Hide.

With excessive dollars that are being tilled.

Do you care.

And by change, if you do not.

Then who?

Actually does.

Fatherless children.

Mothers which lost their sons.

Widow makers under the black night.

One that shines without a moon.

While the peace lovers with the tint for hate.

Sleep innocently.

Sleep quietly.

In the safe environment.

Sometimes even underground.

Inside the snakes living room.

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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