I have no desire to swim in your black sea of hate
Nobody is born with a broken soul it happens along the way
You push your way into this world free from sin
You came with all your innocent traits
I have no desire to sit at your table
Where the linen is whiter than an untouched
Blanket of snow on Monsanto Lake
neither will I partake!
Your Gleaming Gorham silver wares Clusters
Like hanging mountain grapes shapes
Yet, I have no desire to swim
Or to sit at your table of hate
When the children of the Black Sea are taught to hate the priests
Kids up north blood stain the streets while
The Politicians laughed over $2000 plate’s dinners
Who is guarding the gates of hell?
The World of Politic sure is wild!