The darkest of times did finally came
along with the blood of rain
the streets are filled with mourning souls
while the heroes of us, in their grave they roll
Progress was nowhere in sight
as we crashed, when we thought we're in flight
The Avenue of broken promises
is now a dumpster of the hope of the masses
A distraction is offered in time of crisis
starving people are disregarded for politics
concerning only personal dispute
while the entire nation dilutes
Will we see the sun for tomorrow?
or shall we wait for the passing of sorrow
I wish for tomorrow the blood lays to rest
and we don't have to wait for the sweet release of death
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