Misguided
In an open field of dreams,
I have chosen none.
Screams of terror, visions of death, I have been introduced to everyone.
Tormented by the inflicted, my heart weighs heavy but for them there is not a
thing that can be done.
Lost souls declared unacceptable to a world of compassion and love.
Prayers go unanswered we say leave it to the man above.
Ask and it shall be given, not in any modern Christian dictionary I know of
Casting my stones at your house of glass instead of my own
Gathered and blessed until the end then they die alone
Death our last and most loyal friend finally makes himself known
Life taken by mans own free will
We condemn and persecute still
As if it were not himself he chose to kill
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