Murdered children

The ecstasy of evil grips our minds

Hypnotized by violence counter signed.

Can bad deeds be undone by doing worse?

Lay the bodies out, there is no hearse

The danger of the men who know God’s mind.

And so to their own evil they are blind

The foolishness of  lust for wealth and flesh

The death of every heart the hate the crash.

We cannot see we’re caught up with the words

Illiteracy would be better for the herd

Yes we are like sheep without a guide.

Was it to make war that Jesus died?

Oh love and morals, kindness are forgot.

On this earth where murdered children rot

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