The End, Rap-it-up
Bombs are set to fly
Children will die
Cynics cry
Skeptics will deny,
The politicians will always lie
Paving the path to regression
Repressing emotional expressions
We tread our road to digression
Individuality misunderstood
Unity weve dismantled
Family values quelled
Today the melody to this here
"Chord of Souls" weve long forgotten.
AK
Copyright 2003 AK

Moonchild/AKA-Wrathchild
"...he came out of nowhere, always a friend of the victim at the slaughter of the innocents."
