gaza

the lethal weapon of mass distruction. a knife that soars through a heart thats broken. memories would fly across the room. tears would flow down the alley. cats would mourn undying devotion. bless the eyes that saw it coming. our hands are tied. our mounth spells bitter. our teeth would be punch down our throat. we were told to sit at one corner. the rest would be sipping milk. watching us melting down to the core. while thier cheeks speaks of unfaithful smiles. for centuries nothing has been made. and the world evolve into nothing great.