RMC

Need is simple must that steads
in the front of a mind a design time
is a need to grow a mind’s needs;
to see the traps we must rewind.

Forever has blood led in fields
meant for prayers welcome lair
of a prayer sent to God in fear ill
will travel to the greedy and ensare.

Power from hate permiates ground
that peace is suppose to be built on.
What do you seek is found.
Grow your legend upon a hallowed dawn.

Lead and feed the bloody child
who carries the bodies of his brothers.
From explosions in the sky why?
Do innocent people have to die?

I cry I do to God it is so odd
that with life why together are we so at odds?
Under the sun I pray everyday I say
I shall not be fierce and stir a rod.

Hold on a hand that helps another
brother who needs a need give your time.
Fill the void of hunger and death
and scream war is a crime.

So shall we feed the greed of machines?
Soon the sun will explode.
And the cries and the screams
will fill the spills of tales told.

So hold sinews of the news of Gold
burning in souls of more truthes
than what has ever been told;
the clutch is enough for you.

Take your life and breathe into beauty
the ecstasy in a vein will stain
the brain insane so keep awake soothe me,
and from stain please refrain.

Love on end for all purpose let’s see
the end of strife we strove for endlessly.
Will the skill of the kill of my soul,
for your touch propel me to fate control?

– For Those Lost To Man’s Madness