This Old Man
Walking through the cementary
Raining
Water running down the tombstones
Like blood running down a face
I see eight graves
Old men. All died on the same day
I get down on my knees
And take a look
This old man died when a druggo took his stick and hit him on the head
This old man died when he got pushed into the pool by a teenager
This old man died when he got shot by a young hoodlum
This old man died when he got stabbed in the chest by a Grand Theft Auto addict
This old man died when he accidentally walked into no mans land on his holiday to Iraq
This old man died when he got crushed in a crowd at a new years party
This old man died in a house fire when a drunk arsonist lit his house up in flames
And this old man, he just collapsed while blowing out the candles on his 100th birthday cake
Only one of those men died a natural death
Oh how sad it is
Oh the futility!
This world is becoming a place where people think murder is fun
That's why the governments have restrictions on having a gun
If peace was a number it would be decreasing to none
Gods getting angry. He'll one day end the world. Thats us done
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