Madness
Past and future iniquities flow
Never quenched with fire you know
Beat them bloody and trade new devils
For old years violence deals
On no one's hands
On all our hands
Lets thank the sleight of it
So disgusted by the thought of it
Spiraling into madness as the drums beat
Got what they want, but good shall defeat
Not everything packed in madness so neat
Prayer and love the only, the only retreat
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2012
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