Don’t wait for the reaper to clear the mist
When the angels are dying with bullets you spit
Decide when you want to stop, trying to kill and to die as they say
The other will really do the same, trust, for he too has a home
The king is obsessed, fighting for a land the size of his dome
Let them fight with fists and palms, or can they?
When your past takes a toll on you
And the road you are on is poisoned too
Its time to lay the arms and get it over
Prayers might change to plays at night
Rivers of red and agony may change to white
No more screams, no more running for cover
And sleep will come like love newly found
No more gripping the steel with every sound
Just break the ego or take it little lower
To hell with the powers and to hell with the rules
Just look at your brothers and stop following the fools
Just raise the white flag and for eternity let it hover
Monday, January 24, 2011
Decide
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