My Last Prayers
holding onto the fears of our fathers
and to some new forms of paranoia
the wind easily scatters us like feathers
you wouldn’t think we’re the descends of Noah
the mind is divorced from the heart
so desensitised we don’t even cry anymore
the mind is a misguided backhand slap
takes pleasure in seeing some fall and crawl on all fours
deviant - you’re never going to end your mayhem
you know the world you seek you can’t have
so you attempt to destroy all that you can’t fathom
and seek nothing less than human collapse and to enslave
this evil has no basis only breeds more and more crisis
topple governments – the foundations of human societies
in the dark corners of the world plan massacres
desecrates monuments and alienates own communities
you will be defeated – nothing this evil can survive
you will be reformed – ‘cos all you’re doing is brainwashing
you’re going to hell – the hate speech you preach – divides
you’ll be forgotten by history – for all your propaganda – it’s time wasting
a mother too regrets sending her son to university
he died with his head down in his books on its premises
I remember love, not fear of going off to church service
but now I don’t know if come Sunday I might be saying my last prayers
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