I have stood in this dying earth for sometimes
I have looked up to those tainted sky for a view while
Yet still I never know why
When everything must come to an end
Should I run to escape death?
Even I know he will find me anyhow
Either cut my throat from ear to ear
Or left me dying of cancer
In this black red dawn I scream
To the One who have made me
As a father lost
As a best friend died
“Why” will always be the question
And will never seems enough
Consumed by the greed of a man
Who never understand why we all shall perish
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