The Blood Stained Couches are Only a Taste of What You're About to Endure

 

A Bush in the center of a forest

Stands up past all the trees.

Crumble does the heart and lives,

Falling are the bloodied leaves.

 

“Have mercy on our babies!

They’re only just well bred.”

The mothers of those sit home and weep,

Their husbands solemnly dead.

 

No longer man moves with the waves,

The mountain struck to fall.

Nightmares scar the harmless wind,

Blinded to God’s guard call.

 

Come forth with your innocence,

The savior’s in a hurry.

The two-horned demon yawps again.

“Lord, save us from our worry.”

 

Tumbling down, the children go,

Our futures down the drain.

What leader is this that falls apart,

That’s driving us insane?