Believe the Word

Painstruck

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Everyday I walk the streets of our nation I become ashamed of what we've become. Blind to the next we stumble on theis bodies. Filthy bags of bones with no life of their own. Turn on the tube and get a clear vision of our children dying. We change the channels if it could erase the wrong. We retaliate with a swift upset expression. How would you react if it happened to your son. Hate rages on magnifying it's empire. Violence, eye for an eye, decimates the human virus. Turn on the tube and get a clear vision of our children dying. We change the channel as if it could erase the wrong.
I do believe the word!
Everyday I walk the streets of our nation I become ashamed of what we've become. Blind to the next we stumble on theis bodies. Filthy bags of bones with no life of their own. Turn on the tube and get a clear vision of our children dying. We change the channels if it could erase the wrong. We retaliate with a swift upset expression. How would you react if it happened to your son. Hate rages on magnifying it's empire. Violence, eye for an eye, decimates the human virus. Turn on the tube and get a clear vision of our children dying. We change the channel as if it could erase the wrong.
Believe the word!
Believe the word!