• guns are the weapons
    the mind makes the tricks
    thoughts come rampant
    but life holds the risks

    pain gathers strength
    but weakness brings mourning
    why is it then, that when the living die
    the dead seem to whine?

    souls surround us
    glory profounds us
    we seek acceptance
    but receive solitude

    the children cry
    the mother has lied
    dear father is the holy Christ
    but how is it we are denied

    we have no sanction
    we don't have much time
    but lives are taken
    for the will of man kind

    will it be that the life we hold
    is just a state till we become
    one of which we can't modify
    so we must solidify


    our skin is valuable
    as is our minds
    we send many messages
    but its tainted through time

    Maluable is our state of mind
    even when the land is undefined...