World Burns to Death
wind of cruelty
The countries send to one another saying:
My
sons
are
mad
with
wind
of
cruelty.
Where once children were nourished with laughter,
Our children are nourished for the slaughter...
Once the child was fed with milk,
But now are children fed with blood?
Not a battle for bread, a battle for love,
Or battle for one last breath...
But war and strife, a waste of life...
A race to the fucking jaws of death.
Just war and strife, a waste of life...
A race to the fucking jaws of death.
A race to the fucking jaws of death.