I'm not a killer but I'll murder the planet
and all that breathe upon it
eruption of political voices is nothing if not volcanic.
The inner fire burns with every outward step that's planted
consumed by the light that every sight is morbidly enchanted.
Look around at all the fodder for their cannons
the righteousness of life is constantly re-examined
against the right, the less and all the famine
the wars, the torn and all the lands left barren.
I'm honest with the heat, you just blame the smoke screened dragons.