Valley Of Death

"Valley Of Death" Again. . . I Fear The Seed We Bleed For Material Need People Breaking Into One Another To Feed Their Greed We Hum In Tragedy That's Life: The Place We Call Home That Plays Out Of Tune A Collection Of Broken Symphony I Stare At Her Funny Because She Broke My Father, Loved Ones Leaving Me Like A Poor Boy In Desperation With Rich Dreams Every Other Day My Labour I Heap But Time Is Cheap In This Mid Crisis Life I Can't Keep Then. . . We Grind Until We Use The Painful Door Whether Grey Or Most Times Young