Destruction

But peace is something that doesn't seem to last 

The age of time only glorifies the past 

We should be light years ahead of it 

The only thing that still remains is 

When are we going to settle it 

The lighting rod is made of steel 

So when bolts strike  

It can kill 

We are tired of being struck 

We want to blend and be mixed in 

Let every race be invisible 

All death's and I mean all death's 

Should really be accidental 

©Adrian Ware