Living in this world
Full of people with heart
Filled with hatred
Knives with blood in their hands
Cains and Abels of this era
So much anger wrapped around their heart
Here I am with little light
Trying to brighten this world of darkness
But I am judged
For what I say and do
My eyes have seen more
Myself helps not
All they do is laughing and dancing
As if all things are good
Our Government and Pastors lead from behind
No one is brave enough to take the front line
All I see is destruction
Grave and death
I want to die
For that alone will bring me peace
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