Saint Thomas of the sarin

they wanna watch to feel

put a finger trought the screen
the glasses of truth will releave
all evil inerent of human needs

zoom in, i wanna see perfect clear

the explosion plucking their feets
begining a rain of fingers and meat
while i cry in front of mine tv

thousands of dead inocents

shot, hanged our bomb death
so many sacrificed in silent
lucky ones are the victims
of a filmed gas atack

let holy web stream the power of share

i cant imagine so give me a image
something to make me feel some
someone of the forgotten race of men