The Truth of the Moment
Youth and innocence flows
Throughout lands and hearts,
Helping promote peace and love,
Trying to turn the tide.
Corruption outnumbers all
That are innocent,
Turning the hearts black-
Machines of a conformist society.
As the fight of corruption
And innocence continues
Virgin blood is spilt
And rivers of red flood roads.
While the innocent heal
Their brothers and sisters
Of love and peace and sacrifice,
The corrupt relish in the blood.
The corrupt take advantage
Of the situation and penetrate
The innocent peace – keepers,
Further spilling innocent blood
And widening the red rivers,
Causing pain amongst the patrons
That inhabit the land. But innocence
Preserves itself, for kind hearts always exist.
