The End Of Time

A lost book of forgotten rhymes,

A law without a crime,

A lost thought, which I don't think,

Provides me with the ammo to spray without a firearm,

But suddenly, I fall to my knees,

Screaming please, help me please,

Our troops want to come home to see their family,

The guys up the street from me killed to see agony,

Because when I walked pass them they seem mad at me,

So I hope when it's the time of them,

will they see the light. will they live happily,

During the end will see what we fight for,

Is It really all love,

or do we really want a war,

But the future really knows that, so let see who's a leader.