WHEN ALL THE GOOD IS GONE

Where will you turn to when destruction is all you see?

​​​​​​You will be walking on blood covered streets where once were different colored stones at your feet...

When the choices you make now, and in a hundred years who is going to hear your apology?

When the smell of rotting flesh you can only cover wearing an air mask...

The peoples screams and cries will haunt you until your final breath...

You being the coward killing us then you kill yourself...

When all the good is gone...

Welcome to your Paradise...

Hugs...

sparrowsong