z_x_silas

Some kind of devil

What kind of man is this?
Cowering behind a crucifix
The ignorant pugilist
Hes invaded my land
Murdered my sons
What is it that Ive done?
A warless victory hes won
As defenseless victims run
The riot before the desert storm
The quite of the norm
Killing the unborn
Scream until my throat is torn
The media rapist
Herds of the faceless
Gather without placement
An insane patient
An infectious rash
Hiding behind piles of cash
A floor covered in shells
A war in hell
Allah we arent well
Flaming fields of toxic fodder
Not just sins of the father
Not just the sum of slaughter
Bodies laid out
Felt like my heart gave out
Countries with no loyalties
Homicide for the royalties!
Puncture my soul until the oil bleeds!


--Z.Silas Herrera