A little bit Vague
There’s Suffering and crying, and a lot of people are still dying
World leaders getting richer while their peoples bodies are piling
Up to a mountainous top, corpses spewing like the steam from a boiling pot, of Genocide
When the blood starts spilling it seems to never stop
Flowing like a river with a pretty, CRIMSON RED! but the beauty goes unnoticed because everyone is dead
The people responsible relentlessly hide behind militia like cowards
Give orders to blast SOULS to oblivion right when shots are fired
At their ego, Bleeding out when WORDS smack their ID
Revealing that the true face of world terror throws tantrums like a kid
And just like a child without apathy, this egocentric bully kills repeatedly
Causing tears to be lost forever like a dead rebels dignity
Eyes cried dry in the ducts of his and her families
Now those warriors become just another soul that’s become lost to eternity
It’s sad to say that this curse will last forever, us killing one another
Passed down by our fathers, keep us running to our mothers, the pain fear and sorrow that can't calmed by our sisters
Seems as if we’ve lost all sympathy because we still paint history with the blood of our brothers
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