I’m so tired of the pull,
Tearing between brothers and sisters,
Whose home is now broken.
It’s like taking cake,
When you could have had dinner.
We don’t wait,
We don’t talk.
We are damned,
One group of people dying,
Another not giving a shit,
Claiming demons in holy light.
Maybe we all should die,
It will be the only time,
We will truly be,
The same.