100 Suns

A hundred suns, born to kill
it is madness, a sun created by man-
once again a perverse irony of life
earth creates — man destroys
love and hatred
we are the butchers of the earth
a hundred suns will be born-
millions of lives will fall
the first lightening,
a picture without protection and sense
The end, torture and death
when do they stop, when is it over?
one day they will all stand up,
rebel against us — exterminated us
the first lightening,
a picture without protection and sense
A hundred suns, born to kill
it is madness, a sun created by man
once again a perverse irony of life
earth creates — man destroys
love and hatred
we are the butchers of the earth
a hundred suns will be born
millions of lives will fall
BORN TO KILL