September 9, 1982
If deceased men have to stay in their graves
Then there�s no God, no Souls to save
No Hell below, no Heaven above
There is no Hate and there isn�t Love
Bells ringing out Midnight so clear
Some say it�s a beautiful Song to hear
Others may say that it�s a Cry
Giving it thought I don�t know why
Men with their Bombs and Tanks they ride
To scar with Death the Countryside
With all their actions I disagree
For the next victim may be me
Love is so scarce this day and age
If life were a Book I�d turn the Page
With all the crime police can�t help
I think the Chief is still a Whelp
Feelings of Fear they dot my Mind
Sealed is the Fate of all Mankind
Death is the only way to be free
Why was this doomed World blessed with me
By some Mistake the Bomb it flies
Its Screams of Doom, they fill the Skies
Population of Earth, you�re now no more
Gone are the Fields and Lakes of Yore
