Roses on a Grave | Part I

What a mockery of a society letting run wild hateful rage

And imprisoning ‘rebels’ demanding peaceful change.

Are you here to reject failure and turn we should into we can

Or are you yet another hollow political twat in a funny hat?

He tells her to sit still, she reaches out to kiss still,

She didn’t understand why a stranger was on a kill.

How does it feel?

Killing a father and child.


Loss of innocent lives has nothing to with a God

Men will burn men, whether we pray or not.

We will forgive God for our crimes,

And call it a Blue Star of our times.

It could be you tomorrow, it could be me the day after.

We’ll end up on a chart, no memory of us thereafter.



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