A Burning Soon To Spread
Watch the flowers burn,
You clutch the torn petals in a painful fist,
Smile and lick your lips greedily,
To watch us fall is your biggest lust.
On a throne of missiles,
Sits an unburdened king,
Evil wears the biggest crown,
Where is the innocence?
Where is the logic in defilement?
From pain comes pleasure,
A luxury for Northern Leaders.
The world watches madness ensue,
And waits for darkness to overflow?
A war is soon to wage,
The future has fast approached,
But do I want to live here?