America's Burning Soul

I see in his pupils,
The last fluid of crimson,
Before he restrains our strength,
He's eyes of slaughter,
Slaying each heart of ever to touch land again,
The last of each life to present.

The acid rain of tears and grenades fill my eyes,
Of the mirror image in-printed in my pupils,
Of the terrorists wishes,
Of eating away lives,
To this rotted figure,
Shall he laugh and drain the feelings of those who shall die.

Stigmas begin to stiffen up my body,
Of the bones in my figure,
Of the flights wheels,
The battle we fight of honesty and ease,
Is the this fear spreads as a disease.

The devil corrupts the inside of this man,
As he holds a restraining gun,
Of bullet shots flickering bleeding grenades,
Shall he shoot them into the engine of the flight of 2001.

The angel of death carets my soul of no ease,
But the pain of moving on,
My spirit of black residue,
Into the acid of the sky that fills the metal pollution of lives at theft,
Of goodbye to my soul,
Put at rest.

I say goodbye,
As I conceive my body to rott away,
But my soul never corrupted,
Into being sent for for life being wilt for so many days.
My loved ones turn out their hope to find my love once more in reality,
But the truth of solitaire stiffness they suffered for so long,
To accept the flight's turbulence and inside out restrain,
To wake up to my army force picture that will always thorn down my soul,
Forever it shall lay.