Death be Proud

On these streets of concrete
Blood flows between the cracks
Equal sides of familiar faces
Death be proud

In war torn villages found
Ancient civilizations past
The eradication of differance
Death be proud

For power created strong
Leave the weak on the glass
Fodder for upper class murder filt
Death be proud

The day will come when all go
Trapped in earth to cover stupidity
Rebirth shall clean the slate
If mistakes fall away from the vision

Death will then be angry

Proud the people of serenity come

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