What is Wrong With Us
Life upset and problems with all that life gives us. Let me know what you think.
Never to see what life gives us,
Working with Demons,
On your heart and in your soul.
A lifeless body sways in the wind,
As it blows north, south slapping,
The ground so hard,
That bones break and flesh falls off.
Black soul so dirty,
That it will never be clean again,
Never to see the good of men,
The good of us all.
End of days going to Hell,
Riding a wicked horse and,
His name is death,
Sitting high on his back,
With the Flag of Glory leading the way.
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