Old Wounds Where Flowers Grow
A sea of violence overcomes us as the land of rape sinks beneath us. Cast the curse on the fat rich white man. Our dirty hands to blame, we are the Damned. The animals will have their say. Their cries won't be silenced anymore. At the end of life, they will walk amongst our bones. Maybe than we can atone. Forfeit the ignorance to the sounds of brutality. For every second of torment I march to the hymn of revenge. Heavy heart soaked in mourning. A murder is a murder. Mother Nature rain on us. Wash away these sins of lust