How tranquil the morning sunrise
Deceptively calm is the clear blue sky
The red tainted clouds drifting through the skies
How slow these moments go by
A gentle serene covering to hide
The sounds and sights of death
The horrors and agony of the life in which we dwell
The blindness of the sins that make up mans earth
The inequality of Man and Man
The blindness of the future
These will ensure that Man’s hatred for Man
Will destroy anything that could be his future
How sad the morning sunrise
Man’s future reflected in the clear blue sky
The blood tainted clouds drifting through the skies
For the beauty that is left there is no eyes.
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Author:
David Grubb (
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