Evolution.
A Slow steady race the pace first set by the falling of the smith’s mace
The chase to seek blood, swords and daggers souls are always there to erase
Replace grace with a man made object soon projectiles introduced…
Now the cowardly can shoot from afar, just another lame excuse,
The use of theses weapons grows as does the population…
Causes some towns to run in evacuations, even brings inspiration
A transformation of death tools apparently rightly used
Fused with the corrupt human soul bitter and abused
Confused young even hold them with intention to kill
Some got thrill… then we had to make them better still
Bullets and guns added to the fray… old times look like Childs play
And it may be a good display…
………………………but shouldn’t they only be for hunting survey
Today thousands will die and creators will weep, seep further down
The kings of old crowns rusted from bloodstains and refrain
Pretending there not insane after mass murder has been lain
The clown still dances around and makes a few smile
Until one day the growing of theses weapons will turn vile
So for a while hold you kids n loved ones…
Cause our future is in our own hands… so buy guns
Make your hands bloody…
Ill sit here and study…
Our fucked up evolution.
Trying to find in vein a solution
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Originally Posted by Faith 101
thanks. 
