No Affection

I sit here watching the world spin in my direction

no affection for the poor

not a penny at store

no affection for the dieing

not a breath yet to breathe

no affection for the crying

there tears lay moist in the wind

no affection for the sorrow

not a smile until tomorrow

no affection for the warriors

lakes of blood cover medows

the earth has collapsed into a universal dilemma

a crisis that has erupted

swords crisscross as people begin to run

run until they can't feel there feet

desite hanging in there eyes like gas

run as fast as possible until the day overcomes

and night rumbles to the earths disire

singing it lullabys as it dances past

run until you can't go any further

until it cascades to glory

no affection for the sorry