Bring death upon us
For this world has no light
Have the heavens rain down fire
To cleanse the hatred
Bring death upon us
For this world is crumbling
It’s falling apart
For the glue that held us together has melted away
Bring death upon us
For this world has no love
Slurs and stereotypes plague the innocents
While the guilty walk free
Bring death upon us
For this world has no one
It needs a savior
But nothing is coming
Bring death upon us
For this world is nothing
About the Creator
Finn River Clemons
Mental illness
Suffering
Pain
I write to you
But not in vain
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