My song

I’m mad, drowned in a river of
                blood.
A blank feeling of loss drives me back
                into mud.
No escape, liberation was built
                out of clay.
All we have left today is a
                painful pray.
Don’t try to find some peace
                on this earth.
Merciless God planted fever and
                wrath.
Rotting, decaying is what we convey.
No future, no present, no past, no today.

People who wrecked their souls in
                distortion,
I’m sick of this crowd that consists of
                abortion.
Danger is hunting, I wake with a gun.
Your time is out, there is nowhere to run.

Agony calls seven days in a week.
My stomach is empty, but my mind is sick.

Waves of destruction caused  tears and pain.
                Gray skies of death left a terrible stain.

I’m faking this smile when my eyes still  cry…
World seized the end, I am ready to die.

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