Writing words driving down the road

Wondering how far a tank will let me go



To the house of the little girl dying for food

and praying on her knees for a stranger to set a killer mood?



It turns out her prayers were out of place as she clenches her fists and stands as man who had seen better days spat in her face



How far will a tank let me go?

Will the fires ever die and let the embers glow?



To the boy by the well who's not doing so well?

He contemplates it and thinks he might as well just dive in but to poison the water would be the devil' sin



He thinks about God and her worn leathery face and how the devil is clean cut with every hair in it's place



Well the boy starts to see there's already toxins in the water and the air that he breathes so he makes a final splash and becomes the disease as a flock with flash all rush to see



How far will one tank let me go?

Will the Pharaoh ever die and the honey start to flow?