Gold on the Ground

 

What should make you better?

Born on this world same as all,

In Mothers blood

Have played the same children games

More or less

 

Killer you are

Your hate unleashed, uncovered,

You have no right

to call the name of the Creator

Not to save you, not you

 

Do not call on me for help, I am only the word

 

Look at the pain, the suffering

You Mankind ,have cause

Once before the Creator said

My beloved children,

On this my favorite of Garden World

 

You say, love one another, bright red your silver blade

Look at the knife still wet,

Dipped in your own mother’s blood

 

In fathers right hand still, whips

His left about daughter’s throat

 

You’re better than all

Richer than all, smarter than all

Deadlier than any, for sure

 

Your love for blood, know no bounds

It pleases your Master well

 For Hell follows close now

Fires already are reaches the sacred forest

Our air buns by its self, kills by taste

From brown to red, rivers soon run

 

You, the ones better than all,

Perhaps first to be judged

First is last, you know

 

Come let us read from the Book of Life

What judgment now suites man handy work here

 

This Creation’s Garden, our Eden in flames