The crimson river with dismembered cadavers and no sight of pearly water.
Once flower beds are now buried under dirt.
The crust cracking under the burning sky of earth.
A sigh of relief! It's not a nuclear missile or a gun.
A drop of emotions and a drop of tears, humanity cannot be seen nor front or rear.
The sky painted orange, no birds, no forest.
Faces covered in soot, dead burnt to fume.
Barren lands, chopped of hands, no lively life left, greed still isn't sufficed until the end.
A drop of emotions and a drop of tears, humanity cannot be seen nor front or rear.
At the top sits the avaricious devourer, slithering it's way in people's heads.
Like a parasite leaving nothing but the death of the proud.
Soldiers with guns searching the real enemy in the crowd.
Like a monkey trained to dance on beat, they kill as the other one stands astound.
A drop of emotions and a drop of tears, humanity cannot be seen nor front nor rear.
Children who once laughed are crying for shelter.
Women who once loved are slitting throats of bastards.
Water is all gone to scarlet and poison.
No longer a drop of emotions nor of tears, humanity is gone from front and rear.
No longer people are afraid of hell, as dream of Satan is the present.

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