Perhaps my old eyes don't see too well, or maybe it is because they will not willingly see what's happening around me and the Apocalypse's horses are already here.
Soon we will be hearing Amazing Grace sung by the mutes because those that have voice are not speaking...

Howling are the Dogs of War, man best friends?
peace seems to be an avoidable illness to man,
richness are coming riding on scrawny poverty
and hunger will be the future for a starving child.

Midas golden touch resurrected in demented greedy
on their world you don’t waste space with a park,
bulldozers will create more empty waiting lots
as homes will be crushed to build another bank.

Our cities will are been bombed in all His name
we don’t ever bomb theirs, we just don’t do that,
as they strangle us with our own naiveté of freedom
as we open willingly the doors to evil Satan’s child.

Just needed to let unattended a little gangrened finger
to infect an healthy body so it will be left to die,
the world shouldn’t go printing next years calendar
with hope that reason will come to the demented ones.

“Ladies & Gentlemen! The Biggest Show on Earth!
introducing the Four Apocalypse’s Riders in Town!”
“yore gonna be witness and participate in God’s rodeo
after paying with your pitiful existence for the final act!”

Seers and Prophets have been telling in thousand years,
haven’t even believed Nostradamus predictions once,
your Creator used six universal days to work Eden
that you converted in a burial site in just a short time.

Man, the most disgusting creature unlashed on earth,
like cattle jumping the line on the slaughter house
he is pushing harder to his own pitiful extermination
dreaming on roads paved with gold for a mere pittance.

Howling are the Dogs of War, man best friends?
how much gold is needed to buy any creature’s life?