How Do You Love a Butterfly
HOW CAN YOU LOVE A BUTTERFLY?
Tis Satans call to claim the mind
of anyone who cares to find
the way to death and so eternity
the wages for lifes greatest tragedy
and questioning of lies that be.
What evil waits--you never know
until your hearts have made it so
brought on by greed of those who just don't care
who'd never do the same, not on a dare!
Tis not a sin to lead you there.
They'll tell you any sort of lie
for their own cause, don't ask them why
lest you be branded racist through and through
and blinded to what ever they might do
accused, you only close your eye!
The childrens minds are where they seed
to change young hearts to what they need,
but something's gone wrong in their direst plot
for truth is still a thing that's always sought
when history's written from a greed.
How does a person feel a lie?
How can you love a butterfly?
How do you know deep in your heart and soul
that all the things you're told aren't always so?
And Swastikas may fade, but never die.
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