I walk on roads as red as blood
With bricks of greed and hate,
While men are going wrong and right
Making their own fate.

But they don't know that death awaits
No matter what they will.
They don't believe in hell- just heaven
so they go on and kill.

Without mercy, without a soul
They make their path in blood.
They soon will have to swim through red
For it becomes a flood.

But what is blood if not a price
So small and so unnoticed?
They shed it with every little step
And no one cares to protest.

I see it all, and fall, and cry
For I foresaw the future.
I, too, dared not speak a word
I let them go and butcher.

We grew like wild weeds in a field
That god forgot to groom.
We took control and led ourselves
To humanity's own doom.