Not done

father time as he sows the stitch through the life span of a man on a weaver's hitch

 

when linked together we become enriched but when alone we become entrenched, in our evils ways

 

separated by what the world portrays in the news the media spews day to day

 

its then we see the murdering and blood on the street killing over the color green

 

and what cant be seen as if we hold the authority to determine bigotry on the views that we

 

so dearly believe Ha, you hear the children scream as blood runs down there cheeks no help

 

for the weak as they drift into eternity, animosity is what we know, love is of old, a time when

 

Jesus roamed the roads but those teachings were long let go and so the devils whisper is what we grew

 

to know.