Sometimes there's screams,in the silent places.
Sometimes the Darkness cannot be dispelled by light.
Sometimes it's the spaces between the words,
That should make one pause,fearfully.
And the words flow from my mind,
Like a tide of maggots.
I'll say it again,I DO NOT WANT THIS!
And still my prayer goes unheard.
Weapons shouldn't give a damn.
Nobody expects a sword to heal the sick.
A gun doesn't comfort the suffering.
By that law,how can I?
It's just a weary resignation,
Where once righteous indignation burned.
What scares me most,is even in evil,
I do not revel in it.
The King is dead.Long live the King.
