On a highway, middle of the road, pitch white dry summer day
across the country, a child dies, and no one cares.
It all just kind of ends,
to the pressure; every slow nightmare I decay through dries up.
I grieve for the voice of God
who takes His last breath and spits out Evil. This world
will eventually heal, it will be through blood
The venerable offspring of life, let this throne be yours.
ONE DAY I HOPE THIS ENDS
I HOPE IT ENDS FOR ALL OF US