The Valley of Death
I walk through the Valley of Death
I fear no evil
Bodies line the road in an endless carpet
Killed in ages of meaningless wars
Fought for land, money or oil
Diseases created by man
A way to kill thousands without being responsible
Poverty caused by the rich
Their money locked away in secure vaults
No one allows it to help the poor
Innocent children killed by their parents
The people who were supposed to love them
In the Valley Of Death I cannot fear evil
It is the thoughts of man that I fear
For those thoughts are dangerous
Far more dangerous
Than anything evil could devise
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