the rain fell heavy it's path undisturbed
his wrath is being woven
water falls then turns into fire which burns
holes into our souls
unborn babies screaming praying there plea is
heard, however justice was not shown
there spirits have been damned to hell
so the rest of their lives they strive to prevail
the smell of hate destruction and death
shadows them in the clouds of above
what he looks upon stands
what he turns away from shall be destroyed
souls have become diseased 
spending the rest of their existance 
serching for peace
mental wounds burn like steam
from an over heated suana
all you can think about is the heat
as it melts your flesh
when you've felt this 
you've felt the scars that life has left(me).