Life's Blood War

Call them human,call them bleeders Life's less fortunate to live Power rage a nation,a soul's depths Life's Blood War,game of survival Battle eats our being Drugs, sinfulness,our weakness it feeds Darkness devour which lights the world Stained blood of a cross hung Stained soul of a life being A everyday fight blood runs Like a dream, never ending war A struggle of real being,soul being Blood War spilled in numbers Suicide,a bullet flys, another dies Even good that mean no harm They fall victim even to life Sorrow emotions,weak minds We bleed trusting in ourselves Believing in a world of existing Only know we die inside But it is us that kills ourselves Life's Blood War, strong with power Quiet is he that is lifted from his grave But dead is he who haveth no life For his grave already dug