History Is Not Written With Ink
Most destructible when we’re feeling indestructible;
no, this world is not enough.
Teenagers are not the problem here,
and these fires are not the cure.
If sharing is caring,
then we couldn’t possibly care less;
this power left us wanting too much.
This is no holy war…
don’t mistaken, none of them are.
though they have their God, and we have ours,
neither God stands in the frontlines of either side,
leaving only the brave there waiting to die.
One bullet, one word, one lie…
to claim these lives.
We are a book written in red,
pages burned until nothing’s left;
but new pages are written much too easily,
and the crimson flows endlessly.
For the pen is not the mightiest sword,
but this gun IS the mightiest pen.