Sincerely closed eyes, open to a corrupted world
Once upon a dream,
here,
Where the shouts of the Gods can be heard..
What God of yours is he, that preaches with innocent blood?
Digging the souls of many,
Not under guilt, but under mud..
To follow the unfaithful,
with faith of no return
To teach those doomed minds a lesson,
A lesson they mustn't learn
Inconsiderate of  the tears,
those eyes you've left dry
Following a false conviction,
Muted by a silent sigh..
And what is it that has been left unsaid to change a delusional will
An inner monster,
Devouring those shallow minds.
Convincing them to ****..
When every burning bomb, leaves a million word unspoken,
And not a word of those can fix what has been broken
No glass breaks without a scatter, and no eye tears dry
No pen writes free of ink, and no clouds travel in a non-existent sky
And then I reconsider all the seconds I let go
For I thought for every second, there was a million yet to blow
I did not know any better, for the world left no other will,
It's either you **** them believers, or believe it you will be killed
Death awaits you certainly for those victims await us still...
A pray after the other to witness those killers dead,
And this dream continues to appear
Not in my world but in my head..