Was Before Really Better Than After?

lexander-jones Poems

This world's black, bloated and cold it seems our God is now cracked worthless and old nothing cares, love ceases to exist yet, within this cess-pit we continue to persist for the human race is stubborn never one to give up - surviving within the harshest of places 'til death forces our eyes shut we live on massacre, feast upon woe at one point we found happiness but refused to let it grow we **** our enemies, and ourselves stock the deadliest weapons upon supermarket and high-street shelves we punish the innocent, worship the liars pretty killers and fascists - we lend a hand to simultaneously reduce this civilisation to smouldering ashes freedom fighters, ****** drugs this sick infatuation with *** - thanks, but no thanks I don't wanna live 'cause no doubt I'll be next.