Sense of Doom
Monday night,
I had the melancholy blues, allright,
I didn't know just why,
Didn't know you'd die,
Some fools thought they did what God,
Wanted done, Jihad,
That kind of God, to me,
I hope can never be,
The blindness of the soul,
That seemed for them to control,
No God worthy of heaven or hell
Can you to me, you sell,
The reign of death from above,
Wreaks of the devil's glove
And I rue that day,
And hope that they will pay.
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