Serial Killer

In a face a view, through eyes this world collides.
I am voiceless in my angst and nothing can take us back to innocence.
Short, sharp, bloodlust reality.
In despair I reach for night, in water purity reigns to be resolute.
As a land we clean our minds, reap our belongings,
sow our angers and our strengths.
All too obsessed by weakness we have brought ourselves to meaninglesness.
So easy to control, bring to harm.
A gathering of fools unjustified, on a mountain.
I collect my thoughts and I rise above all that despises me.
Comprehend the ways of man and under a flag we salute or burn
there is blood on both shores.
With hardened mind I traveled, with hardened heart I conquered
a freedom so ironic, so despicable, so hipocritical.

There is anger resolute.
Rears its familiar head on the TV screen.
In a dozen bags a life was placed.
In a breath he smiled and waved.
Five minutes at a time the power held true.
Without consternation our laws are lost.
Lost to butchers, lost to child killers, lost to narcotic ritual.
Another tag, another headline.
Another smiling face shall stay 10 winters long forever.
And where are the angels to guard?
Where is the God of men and children?
He is stalking the minds of dark poor souls.
I know it's right and I know it's time for freedom:
to kill another and to kill another child of the flag till there are none left...

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08 mrt 2005 - meld ongepast verhaal
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