A Forked Road We’ve All Heard Of


Love in a time of hell was silent
And peace in an age of hate was violent
War turned black while blood ran red
Too hard to watch, they turned their heads
Blind and deaf they are and am
Like love they play the silent lamb
Reluctant witness to the Fall
In rapid pace, they choose to crawl

Kill the clock and break it’s hand
Before the glass runs out of sand
For if they choose to sit in the corner and stare at the wall
Don't YOU let it be the doom of us all

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