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Old 01-16-2014, 12:09 AM   #3
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Enemy of the same state.

eardrums burst, blood stained shirts worn as the soil played confetti
broken trust, rivers flood with bodies, the piles along the miles; steady.
the tree leaves confess to the nights skies of the horror witnessed here
the winds drenched in the scene...a breeze glistened in the fear.
whispering loud each tear...as withering cries disappear we celebrate
and cheer.
kings of the jungle, thieves to the bundle, life isn't enough even death
is humble.
walls of society? allowed to crumble to the ground, the dust so thick
it covers the bodies that serve as rubble.
keep judgment to those with a heart. those with a soul to rip apart.
we are art amongst the war. forever marred within the brush strokes
of our victims scars.
killing machines, the system is flawed.
the blood soaked air, we breathe in the scene.
Red sons under red dawns.
as the streets bleed. the trees breathe in the rot from the bodies posed.
dancing through a grenade ball. we waltz to each bullet thrown.
each wounded soul left footed to the rhythm of a guns prone.
automatic triggering open the flood gates to hell. the gate keepers
to the well, stuffing ourselves until we swell.
we follow the rivers to the piles we render. the stench is vile to the point
it becomes splendor. a famine soaked treasure.
specters along the lines between the lines, we don't exist.
moving seismic; waves to all villages, drowning there existence.
misfits as gods, wolves playing sheep, devilish priests'
weaving façade and deceit.
leaving at odds the deceased, we are disease. A plague that persists.
a wound that never concedes.
our legacy runs along the concrete side by side to the soil's crease.
an imagery that burns like boiled grease.
years in death, consumed by spoiled grief. the masses springing
to die quick in a coiled peace.
brothers in arms ripping brothers from arms. leaving mothers in harm.
fathers on guard get ripped apart. sisters raped simply for the art.
families disbarred, charred and burned with no regard.
villages upturned and pillaged. overthrown by kings of false privilege.
queens of forced leverage, princess' of scared lineage.
kingdoms united under stolen courage.



















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