| Poems for the Not Weak At Heart |
| "If Only" If only murder was legal Or I had the power to send people away Or can get inside their minds Kill them One memory by one One brain cell by one Until they are dead My hands full of blood Standing over their rotting corpses Luaghing maniacally Until I eventually kill everyone Everything but those that matter - The Lost Prophet |
| "Perfect World" I'd love for a perfect world Bliss is ignorance and ignorance is bliss Something means nothing and nothing is something A place for everything to happen to noone and nothing to happen to evryone Dreams are reality and reality are dreams This, to me, would be the best place on earth no one wold judge There will be no neglecting And you can do what you want without any consequences - The Lost Prophet |
| "God's Creation" We are all god's creation but if that's so why does he kill us destroy us rid his planet of us? We're just a spec He does not care that, we take it too far killing eachother with guns just to prove our loyalty to him He does not care, if we all die though we know some still pray "God save us" and some just accept it today may be heaven but tomrrow is surely hell God's plan for us becuase of him now fails - The Lost Prophet |
| "Savior" Havoc is upon us Is there a savior? Someone to save us From the rich and the poor Will he save us now Or leave this little town to die? Religion is pointless It gets us nothing but wars People kill eachother for good So surely they are blind Live for something reasonable Not for something non-existent I feel this way You can tell With religion we pay With acceding hell - The Lost Prophet |
| "Anarchy Rules" Down with the government It causes all the problems Our country is nothing but a war feind Government is where it stems From the president to the governers Problems all consist The leaders say they are great They rule with an iron fist But freedom is nothing but a dream That none can acheive Until one day a person with a vision steps up Someone who represents us Put in power for which they believe in No School, No Church No Pressure, No Pain No Government to fuck us up - The Lost Prophet |
| Poems of The Lost Prophet |
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