Crimson Summer

Broken dreams
Unrealized fantasies
So many pictures
Will lay unseen
Your sins
Your inability to feel
Are flags worth more
Than families?

Take one more life
The sacrifice made
For your land

When we leave our humanity for a while
We fail...
While she buries her son and says goodbye
“God please:
Give me back this child of mine”

Stand by games
Laughters not heard again
Phone calls from friends
Ringing in vain
A plane a train
As tools to threat
Did God ask you for?
Did he fail?

Kill one, kill five
May a thousand be worth your trip to Paradise!

I feel faith from the very depths of my heart
Is fading
While she buries her son and says goodbye
“God please:
Give me back this child of mine”