Recovering Bullets

Now Im sitting around,

my god, cant sleep

Bear in a body bag

stored closed, life lost

Mom is sad

Taken by Lucifier's soldier bullets of hate and rage

For no reason at all

But all it's gained with tremendous pain

on the ground the blood was spilled

soaked but no broken heart could be filled 

terrible year

too many souls 

everyone's in fear

Am i going to be next?

what about my baby brothers?

All of my sisters and their kids

Somebody's wife, mothers and daughters

Hurt in their eyes 

terror in disguise of a home

that was suppose to have your back

But put a glock in the center, midrange

the Devil's secret weapon

What do you want from us?

You're playing with the right ones

except the young and wrong turn to a target at most

Is this how the world's suppose to be?

To make us stronger?

is this God's plan?

Because if it is,

I dont think we have much longer