All the pain in these eyes
Veiled upon by all these lies
To be made into what i am
Made me among the ******

Metal shells
From an assault rifle
My brain swells
My heart dries to Strifle

Wretched man
Serious and Insane
For promised land
Till under the sand

What is to believe?
What’s true or lie
They do is deceive
Till we all die

Drops of blood
From the skies
More to the flood
Higher it shall rise

Demons celebrate
The victory is mine
The black, the brown, the yellow, rest
While suffering and dying