Contact - Gun Control

Take your swords
Beat them into plowshares
Take your guns
And throw them into the sea
Make no war
On our children
Your selfish right to nothing
Is the only truth you seek

Make way for the coming age
Make graves for a dying breed
From the ashes will come new life
From the flames we will emerge free
Your hands are covered in their blood
Your flesh consumed by the least of these
Your prayers mean nothing without action
Your hollow words are hypocrisy

Beware the antichrist

The ones who send their thoughts and prayers without action
Beware wolves who draw blood
By simply saying that they're one of the sheep

Written by:
Matthew Fisher

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