God Save Us From The Preachers
Sometimes, men of the cloth with wicked words, spread hate and so are agents of evil… the latest of the old poems …
Sometimes, men of the cloth with wicked words, spread hate and so are agents of evil… the latest of the old poems …
The wizard that is life and its cruel blows Takes the dreams we have been sold Smashes them before our very eyes …
The heart shall turn forged by life, love and pain To gold, or maybe to stone, To be mined from the chest …