Nothing i write nor say

Nothing i write nor speak today says what needs to be said.

It's all outrage, words cannot be felt, nor healed nor swayed. Words forbidden, chained by bad faith reason nor able to flow like a wild blue river ribboned and wound into a sea of dreams.

Yesterday, the apocalypse came to a small israeli desert town,

Then went on to savage a world with the name of revenge.

The day of the apocalypse came and went, came and went.

The apocalypse came to a ukranian town, stayed around, what goes around, has not gone away since.

The self-proclaimed geniuses who run this world by their moral absence, 

Take their turns as their moment arrives, peace offered on a platter, 

Like the head of john the baptist,

To play the warning bells, many will suffer.

Oh, if only those bright boys would turn the guns upon themselves,

We can praise the dawning of a new day,

Instead' we allow them taking us to the edge,

of the vulture's land, the entrance to hell,

For those who cannot walk away, be carried or have to stay,

They be left to pray, "never again", they will say,

Too late, more hate is already on the way, dressed in their killing clothes

Redemption, be not thy name. Revenge, thou art not sane.

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