The Door
Black sorrow sadness, like frostbitten carnations
Bolts of lightning tears apart all our nations
Greed and hatred leads the way
The peaceful white dove burned all grey
Ancient leaders take control
Raging fires of hate consumes the soul
Day to day corruption rule
They all think we are a fool
Borders opened and evils enter
The greatest fool right at the center
Our legacy is what they remember
They forget about what happens in December.
The King is lost and riots cruel
The hungry dogs wait and drool
Idols made of worthless men
While they lived in their golden den
Peoples rights need to be restore
Evil must be showed the door
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