Part One of Two

Dark thoughts are twisted
in the back of every child
black eyes we though civilized
is thrown into the wild.
Torn clothes thrown to the wind
protection glass cracks, failed sworn.

Sins are carefully placed
in the rubble of moss rocks
Silence is shattered by babies
stitched bloodily to the caves

The vile-ness as the bodies are piling
as the wicked keep on, twisted smiling
No worth can break out of the frost
And evil deeds grow the dead seas' moss

The new blocks the sun from smiling
All hope and desperation as they're trying
Darkness gives shape to cryptic eyes
The chaos versus the wisdom won't die