OH MY GRIP

OH MY GRIP I want the firebrand To my taste I want the dagger To my taste I want the bullet To my taste I thirst for blood To my taste I want war at the front of peace I want hate at the front of love I want them to note I'm strong I want the earth at my grip to her knee Well up the hell to the heaven Deep to cry to deep for more As the splatter of blood is heard At the space of distance to North The cry walking on hot coal The heaven taking her own Dragons flying around for carcasses Rotteness at its peak, will earth remain? Army calls on allies As the sky waive in red No one wants peace All wants war at its peak To my grip, I want the earth to bow As they raised fist to bust the air Yet no one was united to make her live As the war and evil was embodied Will she be at your grip forever? Will she survive the grip of war? The sucklings and babes cry to live The weaklings did their best but melted Lose your grip to let her live Make her habitat conducive Let the thirst for war be quenched! And the religious bigotry be stopped To make way for the babies to play And the infanthood to survive As the hate transcendence clears This will make the world to heal the earth!