A Glimpse of Hell

This is what's become of this life we live
We have seen too close a glimpse of Hell
But still this hatred is bold
And doesn't fade out with the day

There is fear engraved in passing eyes
With the thoughts if this was their final day to wake
It's becoming too rare to see a day
With no death

No one has the right to play God and to take away a life
We bury more than are brought into this world
We are killing ourselves
When all we have to do is unite
End the hatred of this world

We've prayed for change
From what this world has become:
A violent enclosure, filled with hatred, ugliness and greed
It's up to us to end this hate
To live our lives unfearing once again

It's becoming too rare to see a day with no death
No one has the right to play God and to take away a life
We bury more than are brought into this world
We are killing ourselves when all we have to do is unite
End the hatred of this world for the sake of mankind