The Chaos of Evil

While our brothers fought,

you sought out a world

to be filled with destruction and hate.

But no one knew that the fate of our world, laid in your hands.

and no one told us that the brands of our skin

would be judged but not what was within,

and it didn’t matter what we thought or had.

You were glad, to send us to our madness that ended on our destruction.

Is that what you want? to turn children of peace, into children of war.

You ignore the cries and suffering of the innocent

You take away children from fathers and mothers who beg you to take them instead

and so you do, you take families that have bled for their freedom.

freedom

is a word that is no longer in this world’s dictionary

and when they called you a visionary, people called you a monster.

someone who feeds off of suffering, pain, death, and cries.

you hide yourself in a veil of lies.

You fear the simplest of things,

When the world had kings, you made yourself a God.

Made yourself heavens out of skin and bones

Took the tombstones of the dead and made yourself a throne.

People pray, to the gods to be delivered from you

and the few who live are too broken to carry on.

so tell me, is your crown worth a million of broken souls

and the holes that you’ve made will always and forever be open

Gushing out, the hope of freedom.