Red used to be a colour.
We really do need to stop fighting.
TEARS OF LEAD
Shattered dreams trapped within their moans
Resonate through a sea of tomb stones
Hands raised towards the sky
Chants that veil deceptive lies
Pseudo gods and the fear they spread
Kneeling at the alter, hands painted red
Send their clones out to war
Pious fumes from a stale cigar
Ideologies protect the holy land
Bloodbath ordained in God's command
Time no longer heals the wounds they bear
Governments that pretend to care
The seed of hate planted deep within
Crimes that carry an immortal sin
Twisted tales of sanity fled
Crying out with tears of lead
Puppeteers who destroy the minds
Dig graves for those they have confined
Shadows creep across the wall
Painted streaks of death as bodies fall
Wails of misery filled with despair
Frozen in time, trapped somewhere
Crimes that carry no guilt or shame
Lifeless puppets with forgotten names
Ashes pile up amidst disease
Corrupted souls that speak of peace
Will the nightmare end someday
Or were we meant to die this way?
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