Spare The Harsh Kill The Innocent Child



If you thought you’re not guilty means you haven’t committed a crime

You’re as wrong as the hedonist who really doesn’t mind

Between pleasure and pain and read between lines

While he spares the harsh and kills the innocent child

In you came, soul searching, for the comfort of the shade

The fire ball in the sky is right above your head

Fury was never so bitter and the obituary was never read

While he renounces the living and mourns the dead

The journey seems endless as the people stare at you

They took you off to the stockade but you didn’t think its true

Brand you as a victim of a disease which has no break through

While he praises the lies and the truth is always misconstrued



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