For whom the gun tolls
For whom the prey weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion
Some wounds never heal
Some
tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
- Their only comfort
Kill your friend, I don't
care
Orchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understand
No need to forgive
No truth no sense left to be followed
"Facing
this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend"
"Time to die, poor mates, you made me what I am!"
"In this world of a million
religions everyone prays the same way"
"Your praying is in vain. It'll all be over soon"
"Father help me, save me a place by
your side!"
"There is no god Our creed is but for ourselves
Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded
ones"
"Drunk with the blood of your victims
I do feel your pity-wanting pain, lust for fame, a deadly game"
"Run away
with your impeccable kin!"
"- Good wombs hath borne bad sons..."
- Cursing, God, why?
Falling for every lie
Survivors'
guilt
In us forevermore
15 candles
Redeemers of this world
Dwell in hypocrisy:
"How were we supposed to know"
[4
pink ones, 9 blue ones, 2 black ones - In memory of the Redeemers 20.4.1999]
