The Culture of Death

Culture Of Death Today I extend an olive branch of love from above In direct relation to the sun have a bit of sun We have sewn ill but faded rhymes to society's charm Now let's sound the alarm to bring our people back Working today can give anybody an instant heart attack You seek for abortion on demand when will you understand Just head to Canada if you don't like your home the USA Now is a good enough time to bow your head to pray Make no mistake some may call it fate A pilgrims progress to reach the village queen As you sit right back in your imaginative world of mean When will you ever understand we must obey the masters plan Shattered glass with blood in our streets from the riots you demand You mix blood, sweat and tears from the images in your hand Sullen torment having tombstones for eyes that bleed You need to really give peace a chance as you scream & dance Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning blow You send your children to school in war zones from below Set your hearts a new having bitten off more then you could chew You neglect to salute the American flag how so very sad Blackened heart having long hanging teeth with viscious fangs As you watch The View with Whoopie & Joy lest I implore Repent then come back to your first love this thought is for you