Id rather be rich than poor
My mind asunder

Demons of life come with strife
Attempting to take over

As simple as resisting
All though they are persisting

To tear us all apart
I wish the hate would part

The rage will tranquilize you
It pierces like a dart

The stage will tantalize you
The beast will analyze you

And If theirs no realizing
Im sure they'll be much dieing

Im sure when theirs much crying
And brothers are far gone

That some will choose to stay
While wizened move along

If God created man
Then God created strife

Sometimes i wish that God
Would strip this land of life..

But thats just hateful thinking
My wishes unfulfilled..

Know nothing of the answer
The rage inside instilled..