Army of Flies
Army of flies
Waste away in lies
Chase away tomorrow
To feed on sorrow
The world fades to black
Love is what we lack
Green leaves turn gold
As the chaos begins to unfold
Army of flies find
Their swords to grind
No place to call home
So ever they roam
Rubber band belief
They'll never know relief
Army of flies
Waste away in lies
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2020
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