What a wicked world
When blood is shed
In the name of religion
What wicked days
When death is set
Like the sun on the horizon
What wicked times
When evil taints
Love
And what wicked schemes
When we see this happen
Over again but never learn our lesson
The end is drawing closer
The curtains begin to close
And we'll be faced with our Judgement
I do believe we won't be happy
With what we see
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
What a wicked world
When blood is shed
In the name of religion
What wicked days
When death is set
Like the sun on the horizon
What wicked times
When evil taints
Love
And what wicked schemes
When we see this happen
Over again but never learn our lesson
The end is drawing closer
The curtains begin to close
And we'll be faced with our Judgement
I do believe we won't be happy
With what we see
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