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Mark Bell Mar 2021
Mothers fathers sons and daughters
These trade wars will end in mindless ..slaughter
History as told us about capital gain
On poor old humanity acid will rain.

The bankers are blinded on pure greed
Amazon and apple just plant the seed
The carrot is dangled. Humans  believe
This is where governments play and deceive.

Snowflakes are on there mobile phones
Make up girls in bedrooms all alone
Trying to live not knowing nature is blood
But in reality we are all lost,  and  misunderstood .

Mass migration the whole world is a disease
Global climate we need a good freeze
Viruses thrive when humanity is weak
I think the framework of humanity is starting to creak.
Mark Bell Jan 2021
Sold my soul to the devil
No good to me
Loneliness as eaten it bad
Cash came in handy.

My being not worth a dime
Loneliness should be made a crime
Sold my soul to the devil
Is life a waste of time.

Life been good
Life been bad
Soul so sad
Cash came in handy.

Never asked to be given life
Who gave me this emptiness
Chemicals in my brain
Am I going lady ga ga.
Mark Bell Jan 2021
The doors were open in 48
Diseases have been spread
Global immunity I think not
We just morn the dead.

To **** a virus the host must die
Nature will not cower away,
A virus is the hangman
Inside this deadly play.

All viruses are dead
Until it finds a host
immune system overload
Do you hear the Last post.

Close the doors
Humans rebel
Close the doors
Creates hell.

Good times
Bad times
Viruses have the upper hand
Good times bad times
Death across the land
Mark Bell Jan 2021
A shot in the arm
Then life goes on
A serum for the weak
Nature is always harsh.

playing with fire
Who lives and dies
hear humanity cry
Laws of nature do not apply.

Save the weak
Save the old
Save the vulnerable
Disaster will unfold.

Drug companies have
Found their holy grail
Humanity will crumble and fall
7 billion customers,there
Going to have a ball.

Variant diffrent every year
The money keeps rolling in
Get your shot in the arm
At seventy life begins.

Mess around with dieing
Then Life becomes a mess.
Suicide rate will hit a high
Life becomes a game of chess.
Mark Bell Oct 2020
Soldiers who runs  away from death
Them cowards they would say
A bullet or a virus
Cannot tell the time of day.
they should have had a lockdown
Not sent them youngsters of to war
Now if they would have stayed at home
They would have lived for sure.

Bullet or a virus
Both muck about
With our heads
What are we running away from
Mark Bell Jun 2020
Tick tock tick tock
Time is at a low
Tick tock tick tock
Where shall we all go.

Heaven will not except this
It can feel all the angry hate
Heaven is this natural world
Stop before its to late.

We are just passengers
Stuck in a hateful time
this world will eradicate us
Like it has done in the past.

Tick tock tick tock
Time will always decide
tick tock tick tock
When two worlds wish to collide.

Fly the flag of hypocrisy
Dance to the establishment tune
Fly the flag of madness
As the cow jumped over the moon.
Mark Bell Jun 2020
I'm sorry for being white
I'm sorry for being black
I'm sorry we can't enjoy life
We are broken that's a fact.

I'm sorry that you hate me
I'm sorry that I hate you
I'm sorry that we don't understand
Ask God to give us a clue.

Humans are broken people,
We have slaughtered through the years
Then how do we solve this problem
It's in the darkness in our tears.

Change don't come in prose
Slaughter has been the way
Millions more will feel the pain
It's in bred inside the day.

I'm sorry for being poor
I'm sorry for being rich
I'm sorry I was never asked to be born
And neither were ******* you.
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