OH MY GRIP
OH MY GRIP
I want the firebrand
To my taste
I want the dagger
To my taste
I want the bullet
To my taste
I thirst for blood
To my taste
I want war at the front of peace
I want hate at the front of love
I want them to note I'm strong
I want the earth at my grip to her knee
Well up the hell to the heaven
Deep to cry to deep for more
As the splatter of blood is heard
At the space of distance to North
The cry walking on hot coal
The heaven taking her own
Dragons flying around for carcasses
Rotteness at its peak, will earth remain?
Army calls on allies
As the sky waive in red
No one wants peace
All wants war at its peak
To my grip, I want the earth to bow
As they raised fist to bust the air
Yet no one was united to make her live
As the war and evil was embodied
Will she be at your grip forever?
Will she survive the grip of war?
The sucklings and babes cry to live
The weaklings did their best but melted
Lose your grip to let her live
Make her habitat conducive
Let the thirst for war be quenched!
And the religious bigotry be stopped
To make way for the babies to play
And the infanthood to survive
As the hate transcendence clears
This will make the world to heal the earth!
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