🔵 By Christopher S. De Roberts. Photo by lauragrafie.
All the dicing
And all the crying
If it isn’t stopped
Someone’s gonna get popped
Don’t think you can lay a hand
On the promise land
Because you’ll be face down in the sand
If you’re looking for a war
Then you better make sure, you’re ready for more
So shut and lock the door
After all the fields are muddy
And the streets are bloody
It’s just getting started
And the city will be parted
Until everyone is gone
And they’re standing all alone
Then they will be finished
And all the enemy will be diminished
After all is done
They will know, they have won