For the name of their god they all fell apart into the sound of pure insanity
They enhance their sins like a trophy, rip lives out and let darkness fill the scenery
It seems like the wrong is right, like they don't mind if their hate all leads to calamity
Every step taken is a way to disaster, is this how things are meant to be?
Chaos all around, egos over gratified no matter the growing catastrophe
Mischievously attacking the needy powerless who will never know a real liberty
Without a care in their heart they let us all fall down to this obscure and deep misery
For a holy paradise they kill, ignoring that hell is home for their kind of savagery
God has never taught them this, but they show a great cruelty and inhumanity
And for the name of their god they all fell apart into the sound of pure insanity
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The Secret Thoughts of a Wandering Soul: Poem collection
Poetry"Quiet people have the loudest minds". Here are some of my thoughts gathered in a collection of poems. Thoughts that I never really talk about, things that not a lot know about me.
