to think, to think, that it took so long
to share with you all my dreary song
filled with hate and full of strife
and i shall tell more on this subject of life
but you should be warned and or afraid
for my logic and thoughts are about to be laid
and if you don't agree with my thoughts
know i'm only spewing the idea that I've been taught
we are birthed by mothers so quick to create life
while others are out there and takes some with a knife
but for this we not think newborns we are
our minds then travel to the lands afar
for human nature is to grow and travel
but some are sent to cells with the sounds of gavel's
for how free can one man be?
when the masses have blinded him and forbid him to see…
and to see he wants and to see he craves
for the wilds of the world he ventures to brave
but the time for hero's is over and an age anew
for the gateway to evil is open and ready to go through
but the worlds not ready and is afraid
while men are out fighting and innocents are slayed
but we care not for those in the world dying in an instant
until one day something from war washes up on the beach
that thing from war was an infant
then and there the whole world cried
while the innocents in the war just sighed
for what else could one do
when this forever war seem very new
as i hate to cut short this insight i have
the hourglass has stopped and ive run out of sand
but i shall be back to continue this story for you to seek
for the day that is in the middle of the week