Everywhere
they call themselves martyrs and blow themselves up
killing families and young children destroying everything around them
they dress up in camoflauge and strap on a bulletproof vest
go in to gyms and schools and start shooting without remorse
they cut brake lines and set fires and kill the innocent
leaving a path of destruction with blood stained tears to reminisce
hostle takeovers and kidnapping cutting babies out the womb
burning down churches and raping little boys and girls
fearing the eyes of the man who loves them
targeting husbands and wives on vacation
creeping into the unknown in a world that we call home
facing uncertainty in the moment of belief
unnknown answers to questions that we never wanna ask
embaressed to come forth with the evidence that we have
unsure of our religion because it contridicts everything we know
saying goodbye to yesturday making room for whats new
unable to understand or comprehend the logic behind man's mind
knowing that if we understood it would drive us insane
bleeding from the roots of evil that were implanted in our souls
no way out no where to run the pain is in instilled in us all the same
theres no exception to the rule just is what it is
every man for his own even if it means killing his own kids
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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