Heads getting plowed,
wrists being slashed.
Throats being hanged,
and cars getting crashed.
A fire burning flesh,
people getting drowned.
A thunder striking skin,
and a tsunami hitting town.
A pill too much many,
a lion on the loose.
Children playing Death,
with a strong and heavy noose.
A toaster in the tub,
an apple that was tainted.
Person finally moving on,
after hours of being fainted.
A gun being heard,
all across the world.
A body tormented,
of a innocent little girl.
How can this happen,
to all of the good?
Is it that God,
is misunderstood?
Who knows but the wind,
I shall just wait.
Until Death rolls around.
Stealing my hate...
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