| Dear God, I see everything and anything In these fields of requiem There is a vale of flesh and pestilence Gaining under a ruby sun In the bile of Eden In the pungent flesh smeared across the earth Taking the lash for this miracle of life A miracle of blood and sky Acts as a filter to reveal the evil of this world There are the bodies of those you've destroyed Layed here to haunt the after hours Of this paradise in flames The newspapers show us a view of life From the depths of your obsessions From the growing wishes Of those who had lived for you But I wonder if you could really allow them To live forever I can only hope That you know what you are doing Sincerely, B. Gray |
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