Birth Of Decay Poem

We are the grenades Watch as we explode Nothing is answered Debris on the road Such self-denial and hypocrisy Everything's fucked up But that's alright with me Watching the fires as everything burns Extinguishing the flames soon they shall return We're fighting for peace as if we'll find zen Washing our hands clean, the dirt will rise again;
Author: IraqIsWhack; Tags: Birth Of Decay Poem Poetry spoken word IraqIsWhack Aaron Reinwald


















