So Sadly so their Souls
Ours was a barrel of laughter that they will come home
Our eagle eyes of tomorrow
They could make our earth a heaven
How come this vulture wears the eye of a dove?
Our innocent children
Their laughter and hope for their homes
How come this vulture vent and cause us ruin
Like vampires that spit red and black fire
The children do not have power
Their mothers did not come with water
And the tears of the eye could not quench the fire
So they roast in fire covered up in flames such was the matter
A harbinger of pain
Acid black pain
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