Rapture – A Tribute

Locked in verses, Locked in so many Curses

Chained to guilt and shame, fear I’m to blame

Death waiting at the door, you just had to answer the door

Word indescribable, feelings inerasable

Black or white, brothers are dying

And I’m left here sitting and crying.

Not on the outside you see, only inside me

One at a time, once were all fine

Warm hearts getting what they don’t deserve, all they tried to do is just serve

Blood dripping down their face, these images I can’t erase.

From another country to another death, Gasping in horror right before their last breath

Oppression and control, getting the best of me, taking the toll

Blood is spilling out of the veins, while death is holding onto the reins

Bullets are the cause, making us think and pause.

There were once four little boys, now there are three.

This errant government and these deaths are getting the best of me.

Shaken and disturbed, violently perturbed.

Let it not be true, let it not be you.

Dying of a death so violent, dying of a death so trident

Lord of heaven above, you with your o so powerful love

Take care of those that have died

They lived their life and tried