Death and destruction of all that surrounds. When life rises up, life slams it down. In order to live we must serial kill. I'm not too sure how that makes me feel. Killers and thieves and liars are we. To truly be peaceful we must cease to be. That's the hook and it's a catch 22. I want to be good but want to live too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem