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Its been a while since I've written, let me know what you think. This is a bit of lyrical poetry I've wanted to do for a while, its a little contraversial but thats my point.
Bitter vengeful hatred runs through your veins
Endless like the sand that all around you everyday.
They say we are crusaders, fighting a needless war
Conceding and retreating when we know you will never quit.
We are made the villains, while you kill those who try
To help this helpless cause that seems to never die.
Barabaric and ruthless, these words sound cruel
But who is so cruel as to cut the throat of a boy,
Infidel who didn't believe was killed and broadcasted for all to see.
A new reign, a new way today
Socialist democracy born from,
An island so very far away.
The last to join a union
Still going long and strong.
He says he's for the people,
He says he'll stop a war.
But really all he has done is doom us evermore.
Fire in the east, steel in the west
War and betrayal seduce even the best of men.
Who knew blood mixed with sand creates
A new substance to be traded between lands.
Divided countries, a gateway to hell
Idealists are many, but the people must prevail.
Bitter vengeful hatred runs through your veins
Endless like the sand that all around you everyday.
They say we are crusaders, fighting a needless war
Conceding and retreating when we know you will never quit.
We are made the villains, while you kill those who try
To help this helpless cause that seems to never die.
Barabaric and ruthless, these words sound cruel
But who is so cruel as to cut the throat of a boy,
Infidel who didn't believe was killed and broadcasted for all to see.
A new reign, a new way today
Socialist democracy born from,
An island so very far away.
The last to join a union
Still going long and strong.
He says he's for the people,
He says he'll stop a war.
But really all he has done is doom us evermore.
Fire in the east, steel in the west
War and betrayal seduce even the best of men.
Who knew blood mixed with sand creates
A new substance to be traded between lands.
Divided countries, a gateway to hell
Idealists are many, but the people must prevail.
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