War
Only to open a page
Chapters on holy wars and rage
Blood flows as black as the ink
Soaking up humanity as evolving looses its link
God is oil
The currency is blood
To call them animals would be to insult an animal
There only claim
Is to be in humane
We are worse
God we are in reverse
Killing and dieing for a heavenly seat
While a motionless child lies dead on the street
Copyright © Karl Mcdonnell | Year Posted 2016
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