Life finds a way.
Regardless of limits we implement in our decay.
Time might be short.
Doesn’t mean dreams are something we should abort.
Don’t let hope fade out your eyes.
Too long has so much been allowed to slide.
And now each day is a struggle to survive.
Bad news turns to worse as madness is given flight.
Its why so many of us are exhausted.
Sick of violence we want it aborted.
Rest is what calls to our weary bones.
But its likelihood is looking slim.
Catastrophe then strikes again.
Feeding murder in all degrees.
Silencing freedom with depravity.
Psycho dance around the altar.
Another cult wishing to bring slaughter.
With vile obsession in the fore.
Space you want is cleaved and torn.
Justice is now turned to stone.
There is no escape.
Damage is done.
Pollution is king.
Progress has been undone.
Achievements dying in the sun!
Dragged through the darkest mass.
Open hand closes fast.
Crushing souls who only want to live.
Future ruin is what those in power give.
With a cut of the chord.
Turn intelligence into stupidity.
Dereliction of what we all could be!