War Child

War child, with the stains of a million years on your face,

your naked body scratched and bruised by a war that is not yours,

but it is one you will have to continue to pretend to finish.



The wet in your eyes holds stories that will never seep from your lips.

Your stains will form you into the next militant,

and is that not your fault?



The fault of nations colliding is stamped into your DNA,

like an unwanted chromosone.



The fault line of the future is weak in your skin,

and the blood you have drenching your hands,

was the only way you knew to handle the situation.



Where is the God that is for the Child that has the stains of a million years on his face?

Where is the War childs God,



Where is the Genocide Angel

Where is the Guerilla angel

Where is the Suicide Bomber angel



Where is the War childs Chance in Hell to present its case to the final judgement!



"It is not my fault! I am only a solid product of my direct enviroment!"

War child with your stained heart and your weak mind! Build your strength in the reliability of those that wage hate amongst the human Race! War child Present your case!



Who will represent you in your time of need....

War child, you have no needs..

your product is of those that minipulate your weakness.. your youth is your curse. But your curse is your own.



War child, kill yourself before they do it for you.. sign your own warrant of death ,and then your ineveitables will be stopped and you can pass through with out the worry of needing a representitive.



War child wipe your face and and rid your self of history, we dont need a war child release, we already have enough disease!