by Gilbert Barrett

Created on: May 14, 2008

Secrets and silence, hatred and violence,
little children running around in circles.
And just one more day until I'm dead.
Has paradise long committed suicide?
And where do all the angels hide?
In search of the devil to confide.

There's not enough questions asked.
And too many checks being cashed.

Broken homes, broken bones, lost dogs.
Sounds of our elders now being flogged.
It's just another day on this big spinning rock!
Choking to death on chemical balancers,
waiting in line for our new silencers.
Impressions are made on our foreheads not our minds.
Fear is now sold in wholesale and peace is only found in a new age hell.
The end is soon to be seen and it smells of blood and gasoline!

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