Fields and flowers
Lions and rats
Birds and Butterflies
Pigs and Sloths
Tanks and Jets
Cars and Boats
We run from Goats
To be free from the jolts
that crash on us from above.
We're violent and full of emotions
Where's the devotion, and transmotion?
Do we live to evoke transmissions
through out the cells of benediction
constantly trapped in the cycle of creation.
Our sight is eclipsed by uncertainty and
we yearn for the farmiliar,
We are afraid of change,
Gripped by fear of the unknown
Doomed to suffer if we do not change.
Storms and Fire
War and Fights
Rage and Plagues
Why the hate?
Why the hate?
Leave it all to fate.
Cus i hate the hate.
Stop the hate.
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