The “wicked” are always
somebody else.
Couldn’t be you or I.
We’re so civil.
What if our assumption
is a false hope?
What if hate is crouching
at our hearts’ door?
The “wicked” are always
somebody else.
Couldn’t be you or I.
We’re so civil.
What if our assumption
is a false hope?
What if hate is crouching
at our hearts’ door?