World Wide Wicked.

kevin browne

Crunching thoughts of stone based minds in evolutional demise
Staring granted permissions for adversity in the early ears of history
Carving shapes which unfold this idea that can't even ever be told
So angels fly over the sins of tomorrow when an atomic bomb destructively explodes
Deepening dependency suited royalty invasion upon all our lands of hope but not quite
Supremacy sacrificed beliefs in itself for eternity to win a day of rejoice
Fair in advance fighting and lighting the flame that sorrow blames religion into surviving for
Dreams burned alive and on stage, a man speaks with the world Wide wicked ideology being sold
Separatism invented needs never to be spoken about with atrocity taking charge
Cities alive with death surrounding unfortunate stand up comedians losing control
Graffitied walls barricade the escapism of art where Stalin ruled the rules of the world
Integrity taught shadows crawling across the ocean floors
There that a throat is slit in front of mother and babies crying eyes
Philosophies not thought of yet are here waiting in the minds of wars
A financial interpretation which followed which followed somewhere into believing it could be gone
where old times traumatized casualties of faith for getting over tomorrow and another now
distance devils up between countries for it is they who say it wisely
developing dangerous liaisons on the lap of all our so called Gods
another cargo wagon filled with families when Hitler shined down on his darkened deathly shoes
and the Earths vibrations terrorizing wars collided with the kami kazi pilot bandits
Russians on the roulette wheel decided to give it another go
Trespassing over civilizations and stamping all over Romans guidance affairs
Eating trenches downwards as someone pulls the trigger just one last time
That's why flowers smell sweeter the closer you are to the grave
Instructions for communism conviction when the world when the world answered its own question
Policing on tables in bars so just sit down and be told
Apparent illusions dawn on a new era of a thought which devoured human inspiration for great expectations other than living a normalized life
Sparing a liberation bullion of the gold which won over another Billion criminals on tour
Foreign genetics ripped the tongues out of the roots who taught Africa how to hallucinate
Drugged dictatorships enveloped charismatic endeavors to stand forth in the firing line.
A life, a love, a hardship traveling along this dangerous game.
Yet, one alone is not alone in the flourishing department that calls you home.

  • Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2017 02:11
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Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Kevin, tried to find a favorite line, but could not make up my mind!

    • kevin browne

      then you may take all of them, my friend.



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