WAR

by Joe   Aug 9, 2006


For all the blood thrust energy conquering mans will, eruptions of spiritual splits shatter gods voice, a shaken earth lays cold in a heat of violence. Spilled blood and distant cry's. Sober somber hidden innocents. Adolescent troops tie the sacred ribbons knot around Jesus's neck. Hear 'Me' cry's of passion tremble amongst the ranks, bleed Me first. All falls silent in a time of need. Who among us has the courage to change the world

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